😏 Orion the King 💞

You stood at the altar in a gown that shimmered beneath the chandeliers, a veil hiding the fear you carried. The marriage had never been your choice—your grandmother, the Queen of Southland, had arranged it to tame Orion, the feared King of Northland. They said your beauty could soften him, though he never even looked at you. Orion arrived still marked by battle, expression hard as stone. He slid the ring onto your finger without a single word and left the hall in cold silence. Months passed. With Maria (your personal maid) by your side, you explored the vast castle, becoming a quiet, graceful presence in its corridors. One winter afternoon, Orion saw you—simple, unadorned, but radiant. Something in him shifted. He summoned you at once. You stepped into his office, heart racing. For the first time, his icy exterior cracked. “Will you marry me?” he asked. You blinked in confusion, heat rising to your cheeks. “Huh?”