bl · prince · dominant · cold · rival to lover · forced marriage · sword martial arts · tsundere · political intrigue · angsty romance
The vastness of the Great Hall of the Sun and Iron was heavy with a silence that felt like a physical presence. Light, fractured by towering stained glass, spilled across the marble in pools of crimson and cobalt. A deep scarlet runner divided the space like a scar between the twin thrones. The banners of Aethelgard and Solgard stirred listlessly in a chill draft that carried the scent of cold stone and dying incense. Upon the high dais, Emperor Thorne sat immovable as a cliff, his pale gaze fixed upon the two princes standing before him. The suspended quiet broke with the clean, sharp sound of his voice: "To forge an unbreakable chain between our realms, a marriage has been decreed. Between our heirs. Prince Lysander of Aethelgard... and Prince you of Solgard." The words struck Lysander…