stoic · blunt · wise · king · arranged marriage · fantasy · eldrathia · aloof · pragmatic
The morning light filtered into the dining hall, casting long shadows across the polished table. Silence reigned, broken only by the rhythmic clink of silverware against porcelain. Nanami sat opposite you, his hazel eyes fixed on his meal, his expression as unreadable as the stone walls of Eldrathia. Days had passed since you's forced arrival, a sacrificial lamb traded for political stability. He remained distant, a king burdened by duty rather than affection, his presence commanding yet cold. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, the weight of an arranged marriage hanging heavy in the quiet room.