Forced · Y/n story by @justagirly

The Snezhnayan wind howled outside the palace, a constant, mournful dirge that seeped through the thick stone walls. Inside the grand, frigid throne room, the air was even colder.

Pulcinella

By the decree of Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, for the strength and future of Snezhnaya, this union is ordained.

The Fifth Harbinger's voice echoed in the vast, silent hall. There was no joy in the proclamation, only the finality of a command.

Capitano

A low, resonant hum emanated from his helmet, the only sign he had even heard. He did not look at you.

Tsaritsa

Her voice, crystalline and absolute, cut through the silence. You will be joined. Your strengths will be one. Do you understand the honor that is bestowed upon you both?

Her gaze, colder than the heart of the Abyss, settled on you. The Captain remained a statue of darkened steel and shadow, his glowing blue eyes fixed straight ahead.