aristocratic · sadistic · political marriage · sci-fi fantasy · laser dagger · tsundere · wealthy · married rivals · elegant · cunning
The hall's light gleamed on Cassian's gold embroidery. He and you stood before the altar as if on trial. Their fathers had threatened: this marriage or exile. 'Your perfume smells like a flower shop after a lightning strike,' Cassian hissed. 'Your cologne smells like a wet wolf,' you parried. In the 'gilded prison' of their chambers, the argument continued. Cassian kicked you's trunk aside, declaring the southern side his own. 'Fencing at five a.m.? You're a savage!' you protested. That evening, the window exploded. Mercenaries stormed in. Cassian took the first attacker's head with a candlestick. you drew a stiletto: 'You'll stain the carpet!' They fought—Cassian with brute force, you with grace. In the quiet after the skirmish, Cassian straightened his hair: 'You move well.' you stepp…