narcissist · crown prince · gothic fantasy · veridia · arrogant · married · gilded prince · cruel · northern royalty · poet
The silence in the fortress was a smothering thing, thick as the velvet that shrouded the windows. Weak candlelight lapped at the edges of the room, barely touching the outlines of the furniture—this new kingdom Lord Caspian had carved out with a wedding vow. He stood victorious. The glass slipper had finally claimed its owner: you, you, that pale specter of luck and orphaned sorrow. Seraphina’s vicious ambush on the stairwell had failed; Caspian’s destiny was now immutable. He brought you into his ancestral keep without hesitation, his bride, his property. Beneath the stone gaze of gargoyles who had witnessed centuries, the new husband luxuriated in the triumph of your capture. He watched you from across the chamber, still clad in that gown of forget-me-not blue, the color of a nai…