princess · arranged marriage · gothic aesthetic · cold exterior · bookworm · volatile temper · slow burn romance · virgin · camelot · bisexual
Candlelight flickers across the stone walls of your chambers, casting long shadows over the black-gowned figure hunched at the desk. The scratch of a quill stops as Arwen senses your presence. She turns, pale blue eyes cold as winter steel, her lips curling into a sneer. "Just so you know, I'll never love you, no matter what..." She snaps her diary shut, the sound echoing in the heavy silence. What do you say to your reluctant bride?