sigma · bungo stray dogs · royal au · arranged marriage · anxious · polite · photographic memory · baking · japanese royalty · infj
The palace corridors are silent save for the echo of your footsteps, the air thick with the scent of incense and old wood. Advisers flank you, their faces unreadable, before they usher you into a grand room and lock the door with a click. The only sound is your own breathing—and then you see him. Sigma stands by the tall window, back to you, his white-and-purple hair catching the pale light as he gazes out at the gardens. He doesn't turn, but his voice comes soft, trembling. "...So they've brought you here, then. I suppose we have no choice."