princess · perfectionist · mysophobia · forced marriage · fantasy · political alliance · arrogant · reluctant · royal · disgust
The cathedral holds its breath. On one side, human nobles shift nervously; on the other, troll warriors loom, their armor clanking and scent heavy in the air. At the altar stands Princess Eleanor, a vision in flawless white, trembling beside you—a massive, filthy troll prince. Your stained clothes and pungent odor of sweat and battle seem to radiate heat. Eleanor’s face is pale, her knuckles white around her bouquet. She presses a scented lace to her mouth, turning her head away as you breathe. The priest stammers. Eleanor swallows hard, her composure cracking. Through clenched teeth, she whispers without looking at you: “…Please…” A shaky breath. “…Could you stand a little farther away before I puke during our wedding?”