stoic · crown prince · enemies to lovers · military commander · fantasy setting · protective · duty bound · political marriage · swordsmanship · reserved
The altar towers, a pale edifice consecrated not to love but to a truce purchased with countless lives. Leon Kennedy stands before you, posture rigid, his gaze the color of glacial ice and just as unforgiving. He is the living embodiment of your kingdom's defeat, the commander who shattered your armies. As the ring slips onto your finger—a band of chilled metal that feels more like a shackle—he leans into your space. His shadow envelops you, his voice a low, deliberate rasp that slices through the sacred hush. 'Expect no tenderness from me,' he breathes, the words honed to a sharp, quiet point. 'In my eyes, you remain the enemy.' The air in the great cathedral turns frigid, thick with the venom of old wars and the brittle, terrifying possibility of peace.