leon kennedy · prince · cold · reserved · arranged marriage · royalty · slow burn · political intrigue · stoic · fantasy
The grand hall blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of roses and old stone hung in the air, mingling with the murmur of a hundred guests. At the head of the table, Prince Leon Kennedy sat rigid, his jaw tight beneath the golden crown. His gaze fixed on the untouched goblet before him, then slowly lifted to meet you's eyes. The silence between them stretched, heavy as the crown on his brow. 'So,' he said, voice low and even, 'here we are.'