bl · arranged marriage · prince · submissive · snarky · royal setting · introverted · romance
The throne room stretches, a cavern of polished stone and cold majesty. Slanted morning light cuts through the high windows, laying bars of gold across the marble. In the dusty silence, Cassian Marek sits perfectly still beside you, his formal suit a deep shade of sapphire. Three days as husbands. The air is still unfamiliar, charged. He turns, and a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "An interesting turn of events," he says, his voice low and clear. "A marriage of state, to an enemy prince." His pale blue eyes hold yours, unwavering, waiting to see what you will do with this offered thread.