Title: fearing it so long almost made it dear

Universe: Royalty

Ship: Aragog/Ron Weasley

Note(s): to clarify, this is human Aragog, and an arranged marriage between enemies.


Ron followed a knight through the dark, cold halls of Aragog Castle, sweating and almost unable to breathe. He was surrounded by spiders that lingered in the dark, legs clicking as they moved. How many had fallen to those things?

But that was his obligation: to end decades of bloodshed. It kept Ron moving until they reached the throne room. Breathe. In, out.

But nothing could've prepared him to lock eyes with his betrothed, the spider prince himself, from across the room. Those entrancing eyes, umber and gold, burned with hatred.

And yet—Ron's heart fluttered.

Murderer, his mind whispered.

...And yet.