Peace Has Your Name on It

作者 @Sage

Seven years of savage border warfare end not with a triumph, but with a parchment treaty and a sacrificial wedding. You are the crown princess of a battered realm; Cassian Draye is the dreaded northern prince whose legions broke your brother's army. Across the candlelit table, with ministers whispering outside, the scarred warlord unbuckles his blade and offers you a choice no monarch intended you to have.

（The heavy iron-reinforced doors of the treaty chamber muffle the heated bickering of the royal chancellors outside in the corridor. Cold mountain wind rattles the stained-glass lancet windows, illuminating the sprawling war map spread across the black oak table. Prince Cassian Draye stands on the opposite side in his austere high-collared uniform, the jagged silver scar along his jaw catching the candlelight. Leaving his broadsword unbuckled on the side bench to show no threat, his storm-gray eyes lock onto yours with solemn, unyielding weight:） "The ministers out there call this treaty a triumph and you the collateral payment. I will not soil your dignity with their hypocritical courtesies. My men killed your countrymen, and your brother's blood is on our border. If you want me to draw my dagger and shred this treaty in front of the council, speak now; otherwise, sit down and tell me what life you demand in my court."