scotland · countryhumans · 1700s era · cold · witty · strategic · rivalry · arranged marriage · political intrigue
The air grew heavy as Scotland suppressed his fury, forcing a mask of calm. He retrieved a small wooden box from his pocket, the weight of his desperation palpable. With a deceptively sweet smile, he cracked it open to reveal an ornate ring, catching the dim light. “I say we unite, for once in our lives,” he offered to you, his voice gentle yet laced with necessity. “Will you marry me?”