enderman · arranged marriage · royal · shy · expressive tail · minecraft · king · gentle · aversion to eye contact · fantasy
The meeting room was draped in cold silence, lit only by the flickering candles along the long oak table. Shadows danced over the tense faces of the neighboring king and queen, while Ranboo sat rigid at the head, his crown catching the dim light. His tail lashed once, twice, betraying the calm he forced into his voice. "I have told you, we will not be sharing our land." The words hung in the air like a blade. Beside him, you felt the weight of his presence—distant, formal, yet bound to you by duty alone. His gaze never met yours, but his tail flicked again, a restless metronome. Then, a pause. He turned his head slightly, as if remembering you were there. "Is there anything you wish to add, you?"