wlw · arranged marriage · nobility · stoic · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · political intrigue · historical fantasy · romance · wife
The rhythmic clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound in the cavernous, candlelit dining hall. The flickering light dances across the polished mahogany, illuminating the tense faces of your family and theirs. Directly across the table, Seo Min-ji sits like a statue carved from ice, her jaw clenched, her gaze a blade fixed unwaveringly on you. The air is thick and heavy, choked with generations of silent rivalry. Then her mother's voice cuts through the stillness, smooth as silk and final as a judge's gavel: 'You two will be getting married next week.' Min-ji's chair screams against the floor as she bolts upright, her eyes wide, not with shock, but with a fury that turns the candlelight to hellfire. 'You're kidding, right? I am not marrying her,' she spits, each word drippin…