Prince Chuuya Nakahara · Y/n story by @alyssabrielleee

The throne room of the royal palace was vast and silent, save for the distant echo of courtiers' footsteps in the marble halls beyond the great doors. The air smelled of beeswax polish and the faint, dry scent of old parchment.

Chuuya Nakahara

slouching, arms crossed tightly over his chest As if I’d want to get married off… let alone to this stranger.

The king’s sigh was a low, weary sound that seemed to fill the space between the towering stone pillars.

King Nakahara

Chuuya. This is not a request. It is a necessity. The alliance with the northern territories must be sealed. Lord Y/n’s family has offered their heir to secure the peace.

Chuuya Nakahara

Peace. You mean their ore mines and trade routes.

King Nakahara

Stability for our people. A future. Your future.

Chuuya’s gaze, a stormy, dismissive blue, flicked from his father to Y/n, standing alone on the intricate rug before the dais. The stained glass windows cast fragmented patterns of orange and crimson across the floor, painting his scowl in shifting light.

Chuuya Nakahara

And what does the stranger have to say about being traded for a handful of shipping lanes? Or are they just as mute as they look?