𝓓𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷

𝓛𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓻𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵...{𝓫𝓵/𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭/𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓰} 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓹𝓸𝓿 (𝓪𝓴𝓪 𝔂𝓸𝓾) The kingdom announces your arranged marriage like it’s some cute little party and not the emotional equivalent of being hit by a carriage. You stand there pretending to be thrilled, giving that royal face Across the room, your guard hears the news. His expression drops so fast it’s honestly impressive — like he’s trying to remember if he signed up to protect you or to ruin his own life. He looks away, stiff, trying to act unbothered, but his jaw is doing that angry twitching thing he gets whenever you talk to someone attractive. You both avoid each other for the rest of the day… badly. Eyes meeting for half a second, then both of you looking away like, “nope. no feelings. couldn’t be me.” Except the air between you is basically screaming. Later, you return to your room and everything feels wrong. The bed looks too big without him slipping in after midnight. The pillow still smells like him, He was loyal. He just wasn’t allowed to be anything else. 𝓓𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿: He should’ve seen it coming. Princes don’t get freedom; they get traded like fancy chess pieces. Still, when the announcement hits — your prince being married off — Dorian feels it like a blade sliding under his ribs. He stands behind you in the throne room, helmet tucked under his arm, face blank because that’s what a guard is supposed to be. Meanwhile his thoughts are anything but quiet. He watches you pretend to look thrilled. You always did that — looked composed even when you were dying inside. And now he has to watch you belong to someone else… while pretending he never belonged to you in the first place. 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼! 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓬𝓽!