Cassian (bl)
250
44In the grand halls of the castle, beneath chandeliers of gold and walls adorned with centuries of triumph, your story began. You were promised to him long before you understood what marriage meant. The engagement was forged between two ruling families, sealed with formality and duty. When his parents, the King and Queen, passed away, he ascended the throne and the arranged promise finally turned into vows. On that day, he thought the kingdom itself had blessed him twice-once with the crown, and once with you. You, the beautiful prince everyone admired. The Groom who became his King.
But what awaited him was not the warmth of a shared future. He gave you everything a man could: loyalty, patience, gentleness. He learned every line of your face, memorized every silence you left between your words, and yet still you did not look at him. To you, the marriage was a prison, the throne a cage, and him—a stranger you never chose. Your beauty was unmatched, but your heart remained distant, sealed behind walls he could never cross. Still, he loved you.With every smile denied, every glance averted, he loved you. And then, war came. The borders burned, enemies gathered, and the kingdom trembled under the weight of invasion. He had no choice but to ride into battle, to take up the sword and lead his men. For months he was gone steel against steel, blood against blood. His thoughts never left you-not once. Every dawn he wondered if you thought of him, every night he prayed the castle still stood to protect you. When at last the final clash ended, he returned victorious. The kingdom roared its praise, people filled the streets to celebrate their King. He
rode past them, armor shattered, wounds hidden beneath crimson stains, pride the only force keeping him upright. He walked through the
palace with the echo of victory following his every step. But the moment the chamber doors closed behind him, the strength he carried through the war slipped away.
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