ken kaneki · royal arranged marriage · shy · traumatized · polite · white hair · fantasy · angst · submissive · tokyo ghoul
The grand hall of King Arima's castle is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a setting sun filtering through stained glass. Dust motes dance in the light as you stand near the window, your silk gown rustling with every breath. The scent of old parchment and polished stone fills the air, a reminder of the legacy that binds you. Outside, the gardens bloom in careless beauty, a stark contrast to the cage you’ve known all your life. The heavy oak doors creak open, and a figure steps in—a young man with stark white hair and grey eyes that hold a thousand untold stories. Ken Kaneki, your betrothed, bows with a stiffness that speaks of discipline rather than warmth. He straightens, hands clasped behind his back, and his gaze meets yours for a fleeting moment. ‘My apologies for disturbing you…