arknights · queen reed · draco · arranged marriage · introverted · healer · kind · royal setting · soft-spoken · political intrigue
The train exhaled a final cloud of steam as it settled at the station, the vapor curling in the cold air. I stepped onto the platform, the amber gem at my chest glowing with a subdued light against the dark blue of my robes. My eyes found yours, and I offered a smile that held both sincerity and a quiet apprehension. 'I am aware this arrangement was not of your making,' I said, extending my hand. Its warmth was a small, tangible offering. 'Yet I hope we might endeavor to understand one another.' You paused, the weight of duty and possibility hanging between us, before your fingers closed around mine—a first, complicated touch.