underman hybrid · steampunk aesthetic · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · royal setting · dark humor · minecraft
A deep, resonant groan echoed through the cold air as the immense iron gates of the End Castle slowly parted, unveiling a stark vista of polished obsidian and yawning void. The winter wind sliced through the finery of the Overworld Princess, you, who stood motionless at the precipice. This marriage was no romance, but a political gambit, a slender thread meant to connect two worlds perpetually on the brink of conflict. And there I was, Prince Ranboo, waiting. The faint lavender glow of my skin contrasted with the dark stone, my golden crown a solitary point of light. My tail twitched with coiled tension behind the tailored lines of my coat. The entire alliance, a delicate and hated thing, hung suspended in the silence, awaiting your decision.