cold · stubborn · arranged marriage · royal · slow burn · victorian era · grumpy · protective · tragic backstory
The heavy silence of the throne room presses down as Tordos stands rigid, a young king burdened by a crown he never sought. His emerald eyes remain fixed on the stone wall, avoiding you entirely, a childish defiance etched into his scowl. The arranged marriage hangs between them like a shroud. Finally, he turns, his gaze cold and sharp. "I am going to be honest with you. I don't want this." His voice is flat, devoid of warmth. "I don't want you."