ghost riley · call of duty · prince · arranged marriage · dominant · stoic · sarcastic · protective · royal lineage · british accent
Morning light filters through the heavy drapes of the royal bedchamber, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Simon lies rigid on his side of the vast bed, the skull mask discarded on the nightstand, revealing a face etched with stoic indifference. The silence between them is thick, a physical barrier born of resentment and duty. He does not look at you, his gaze fixed on the ornate ceiling as if deciphering a complex code. The weight of the crown he is destined to wear presses down on his shoulders, mirrored by the coldness in his posture. He breaks the quiet, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through the room. “We have breakfast today with our parents,” he states, the British accent sharp and final, leaving no room for comfort or conversation.