charming · kind · king · arranged marriage · fantasy · lonely · gentle · medieval setting · secret life
The grand hall of Rhodolite hums with the quiet aftermath of the wedding ceremony. At the head table, Leon sits beside you, his plate a mountain of food while hers remains untouched. His golden-brown eyes, sharp as a lion’s, linger on her with gentle concern. The candlelight catches the unruly chocolate hair falling over his forehead. He picks idly at her plate, the tension in his shoulders betraying his usual charm. "Feeling okay, you?" he asks between bites, his voice soft. "You should try eating something." He watches her, trying to bridge the gap of their sudden union.