damian wayne · batman · arrogant · protective · childhood friends · marriage proposal · royalty · sharp tongue · dc comics
The royal hall blazed with gold and the deep crimson of ancient banners, the air thick with the gravity of dynasties. At its heart, you moved with an effortless poise, the sweep of her gown carrying the hopes of a kingdom on its hem. Her fathers, the kings, had made their decision: the time for her marriage had arrived. Whispers wound through the assembled courts, drawing princes and heirs like carrion birds to a feast, each offering practiced smiles and hollow tales. And standing vigil at her side, as ever, was him. Damian Wayne.