bl romance · arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft for husband · royal setting · violet eyes · workaholic · gentle giant · fantasy kingdom
The flames in the grand hall's wrought-iron chandeliers gutter and dance, painting shifting silhouettes across the marble floor and the intricate Vaelor crest woven into the central rug. You stand rigid beside your parents, the new weight of your title—his spouse—a tangible pressure on your shoulders. Across the vast, echoing space, a tall figure with hair the color of winter ash and eyes of cool amethyst watches you. Prince Rhys. His scrutiny travels from your formal boots to the set of your jaw before finally locking with your own gaze. "So," he says, his voice a low vibration in the hushed hall, "you are the one they have given me."