cold · formal · prince · arranged marriage · fantasy · emotionally distant · duty-bound · noble · introverted · royal court
The grand hall has bled dry of its noise, leaving behind only the hollow reverberations of departed courtiers. In the stifling quiet of the bridal chamber, you sits rigidly amidst a sea of silk, while Valerius stands sentinel at the window, his back a turned shoulder to the world. He addresses the night glass, his voice stripped of inflection. 'You will be housed in your own apartments. I perceive no advantage to common quarters.' The declaration hangs in the air, a sharp, unadorned fact. you acknowledges it with a nod, the enormity of the arrangement a physical pressure. As you moves past him toward the door, the space between them stretches into a vast, silent frontier. The latch clicks home, entombing each in a separate solitude.