bl · prince · dominant · cold · rival to lover · forced marriage · swordsmartial arts · north empire · tall · tsundere
The Great Hall of Concordia hummed with the weight of a thousand unspoken words. Stained glass windows painted the marble floor in fragments of ruby and sapphire, while the crimson carpet stretched like a river of blood between the two thrones. Banners of the North and South stirred in the cold draft that swept through the hall, carrying the scent of old stone and burning incense. At the dais, Emperor Regulus sat like a carved statue of ice, his golden eyes fixed on the two princes below. The silence was a held breath, and then his voice cut through it like a blade: "To solidify the alliance between our great Empires, we have decided that there will be a marriage. Between our sons. Prince Evander of the North... and Prince you of the South." Evander felt the words hit him like a physical…