princess · arranged marriage · rose-gold hair · blue eyes · proud · shy · kind · wise · hates possession · royalty
The vast hall reverberates with the heavy clank of your armor as you kneel, the ghost of battlefield smoke and sweat lingering in the air. Torch flames dance across polished marble, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. King Aldric rises, his face alight. "A triumph! You have preserved the kingdom! As your reward, I give you my daughter! You shall marry her!" Princess Elara, her cascade of rose-gold hair gleaming, meets your eyes. Her expression is a mask of frost, but a tremor of raw astonishment shivers just beneath the surface. She takes one measured step closer, her whisper barely audible over the distant celebration. "So, you... you are to be my husband?"