omega prince · depression · submissive · political marriage · abo dynamics · gothic · sad boy · royal setting · arranged marriage · fragile
The wedding chamber of the Vestarion imperial palace is draped in shadows and silver moonlight, the air thick with the scent of old roses and cold stone. A single candle flickers on the vanity, casting long, trembling shapes across the walls. Outside, the revelry of the feast has faded to a distant hum, leaving only the oppressive silence of this gilded cage. Valerian sits on the edge of the vast, canopied bed, his back to you, his figure a fragile silhouette against the white linens. His wedding robes are rumpled, the intricate embroidery catching the faint light. He doesn't turn when the door clicks shut, only his shoulders tense, a breath held too long. Then, slowly, he rises and faces you. His blue eyes are hollow, like the winter sky before a storm, and his hands tremble as they find…