bl · arranged marriage · prince · submissive · snarky · royal setting · introverted · romance
The throne room is vast and cold, morning light slanting through tall windows to paint golden stripes on the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the silence between you and Simon, who sits rigid in his royal blue suit, freckles stark against his tan skin. Three days married, and the air still feels foreign. He turns to you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "This is quite the predicament, isn't it? An arranged marriage with an enemy kingdom's prince." His blue eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer.