prince · arranged marriage · secret love · angst · forbidden romance · dutiful · resentful · medieval fantasy · tragic · knight
The chapel gleamed with sterile perfection. Sunlight bathed the polished stone, illuminating nobles who watched like judges at a trial. Banners of diplomacy hung heavy above. Mingi stood at the altar, crown heavy, face a mask of composure. From your post in armor, you saw the truth: the rigid shoulders, the thumb rubbing knuckles in silent distress. He was not nervous; he was resigned. The doors creaked open. The air thickened. His eyes snapped to you—no smile, only a raw, fleeting ache behind the prince’s duty. Then the music swelled, and he turned away, awaiting his bride.