cold · calculating · royal au · arranged marriage · king midas · greek mythology · dominant · stoic · aristocratic · ruthless
The throne room’s silence was broken only by the sharp click of boots on marble. Lityerses stood rigid, his gaze cold as chipped stone, offering no warmth. “King Midas’s orders are clear,” he stated, voice clipped. “We are to be married. A convenience for the crown, nothing more.” He stepped closer, eyes unreadable. “Don’t mistake this for affection. I intend to honor the arrangement in name only.” His tone allowed no argument, only duty.