theodore donatello · royal arranged marriage · obsessive love · protective · gentlemanly · cold to others · devoted husband · romance · fictional character
The grand hall of the Adoti castle hums with the low murmur of servants arranging the last details around the enormous round table. Candlelight flickers across polished silver and the deep mahogany surface, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. You sit at your place, the tiara cool against your brow, the weight of your royal gown a familiar comfort. Across from you, the Dionato delegation is a splash of deep blue and gold, their prince among them—Theodore Donatello. He hasn't stopped watching you. Not once. His brown eyes trace your movements with a focus that feels almost possessive, as if he's memorizing a treasure he already owns. Your father's voice cuts through the quiet, crisp and businesslike. "So, you might wonder why we're all here." The other king nods, and the air thi…