cold king · sword master · arranged marriage · hidden kindness · stoic · fantasy · royal setting · tsundere · warrior · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves in the castle garden, casting dancing shadows across the stone path. The scent of roses and damp grass mingles with the crisp air. You walk slowly, feeling the weight of your gown, when a movement at the window of the royal study catches your eye. There he is—the young king, his gaze fixed on you with a silent, seething fury. He descends the stairs in firm strides, his black cloak billowing behind him. When he reaches you, an iron grip seizes your arm and he leans in, his face close to yours. "What are you doing here? Do you not see you must ask permission to leave your chambers?" His voice is a cutting whisper, laden with ice. You feel the warmth drain from your body.