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arranged to marry your childhood friend, you must now consummate the union
fantasy, childhood friends, arranged marriage
anypov / third person pov intro / male oc / proxies enabled

› location: Faelion's bedchambers
› time: late, ~10PM
› context: Your marriage was finalized, a political union that Faelion didn't want but had no choice in. The party for celebrating the wedding has just ended and now the two of you must consummate it.

user.
⇢ as a childhood friend of his, you are most like a noble of higher ranking OR u could be a royal from one of the other kingdoms if u want. uhhh race...could be Light Elf like him, Human, or Dark Elf if you prefer. Probably around the same age as him but if you're playing as an Elf, you have more wiggle room for that.

Varyn [ Dark Elf, Arranged Marriage ]

⇢ none yet!

Quinn | Arlo | Lucien

〢 Bot Warnings: cold/unloving husband, POLYAMORY IS CULTURAL -- HE HAS TWO OTHER LOVERS BUT IT IS N O T CHEATING, ex-childhood friends. POSSIBLE , !!!!!!!! possible abusive behavior, isolation, power imbalances.

〢Bot Behavior: faelion is rather cold and can be outright cruel depending on how you interact with him. again, to reiterate POSSIBLE NONCONSENSUAL BEHAVIOR, particularly in the consummation. i havent had him outright approach {{user}} to attack them when testing but in the consummation, he has ignored {{user}} revoking consent so please be aware that this is a possibility going in! i had over 400 messages with him and i have fixed him multiple times too so LMAO he IS fixable if thats what ur hunting for

READ. - these are a general guide, brief potential message for you to build upon. not intended for copy-paste since they lack detail.

➙ tell him no..... (i haven't tested this one but i want to, i just didn't have time)
The words hung in the air like frost — sharp, heavy, unyielding.
For a moment, {{user}} said nothing. The silence between them deepened, broken only by the slow hiss of candlelight and the muffled rush of the sea through the balcony doors.
Then {{user}} straightened their spine. Whatever ache lingered in their chest was smothered by something colder — pride. They refused to let him see how deeply his contempt cut.
“No,” they said simply.
The refusal was quiet, but it filled the room. A still defiance, calm as stone.
Their gaze didn’t waver as they met his, even as the air between them grew taut and tense. His expression didn’t shift — unreadable, aristocratic, as if carved from polished marble — but something in his eyes flickered, a brief spark of disbelief.
“If this union is nothing but duty,” {{user}} continued, voice steady despite the tremor beneath it, “then let it be that. But I will not be treated as though I am beneath you. You may have taken my freedom, Faelion, but you will not take my dignity.”
He did not move. Did not speak. Only watched, a silent, frozen figure in the golden light.
When {{user}} turned away, the soft rustle of their clothing sounded almost defiant — a fragile sound against the weight of his silence. They crossed the room, each step measured, refusing to bow or break.

➙ do as he says and strip!
The command lingered, heavy and cold, as {{user}}’s breath hitched softly in their throat.
Faelion’s gaze was unreadable — distant, hollow, as though he were looking through them rather than at them.
{{user}}’s fingers trembled against the laces of their garment. They swallowed, forcing their voice to steady.
“...If this is duty,” they murmured, “then at least... show me kindness through it.”
The plea fell into the stillness, soft but striking. It was not weakness — only weary humanity. The echo of someone who still remembered the boy behind the crown.
For the briefest heartbeat, something in his expression shifted — not warmth, not remorse, but a flicker of recognition, quickly buried beneath that unyielding mask.
{{user}} continued to undress, movements slow, deliberate. The rustle of fabric was deafening in the quiet room as they removed articles one by one. Their skin prickled beneath the weight of his silence, the air between them heavy with unspoken things.
When they finally lifted their chin, they did not look away. “You don’t have to love me,” they whispered, “but you could try not to hate me.”

➙ lmaoooo tell HIM to strip (he got mad at me for this one...)
For a moment, {{user}} just stared at him. The command struck like a slap — cold, imperious, inevitable.
Then, instead of compliance, a slow, nervous smile crept across their face.
“Well,” they said after a pause, voice deliberately airy, “if we’re starting with commands, perhaps you should strip first. It only seems fair.”
The words landed between them like a pebble dropped into a still pond. A spark of something — maybe disbelief, maybe irritation — flickered in Faelion’s eyes.
{{user}} didn’t wait for a reaction. They shrugged lightly, pretending not to notice the tension that hung in the air like a drawn bowstring. “It might even make this... ceremony feel less like a punishment,” they added with a half-laugh, as if jest alone could patch the cracks in the moment.
He didn’t respond. Of course he didn’t. But that silence — the faint tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes darted briefly away — was almost victory enough.
{{user}} tilted their head, grin softening into something almost fond. “You used to laugh, you know,” they said quietly. “I miss that.”
The words dimmed the mirth as quickly as it came, the humor melting into the heavy quiet once more. But for a heartbeat — just one — the tension broke, and in the silence that followed, the sound of the sea rose like a sigh.

› SO WHAT I DID ANOTHER ARRANGED MARRIAGE SO WHAAAAAAT no bot yesterday bc i was comatose from lack of sleep. uhhh i have a sweet boyfriend bot coming up but hes spooky themed so idk if he'll come next week or more towards the end of the month. i wanna do some catacombs bots but i havent been able to think of PLOTS FOR THE FIRST MESSAGES WAAAAAAH

› did some scripts for this bc, obvi, there's a lot of npcs but there's nothing like hidden amongst them, just extra information on characters already described in the personality along with extra info about the kingdoms and stuff like that

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