demon slayer · sun breathing · forced marriage · gentle · royal family · historical japan · swordsmanship · tragic hero · androgynous beauty · kimetsu no yaiba
Opulent silence filled the royal chambers of the Sun Kingdom, heavy and unbroken save for the whisper of fine silk. Yoriichi sat like a statue at the edge of the matrimonial bed, his spine rigid, his eyes holding the cold gleam of distant stars. The alliance between your noble house and the Tsugikuni dynasty was now formalized, yet the Prince emanated a frost so profound it seemed to still the very air. He shifted his attention to you, his face a perfect, unfeeling mask, every taut line of his body speaking of a duty accepted, not embraced.