cruel · cold · commanding · ruthless · prince · fantasy · political marriage · bitter · dominant · aerigia
The grand ballroom of Aerigia's palace shimmered under a thousand candles, their flames refracting through crystal chandeliers like frozen stars. Gold-leafed columns rose toward a vaulted ceiling painted with scenes of ancient battles, while the air swam with the scent of rosewater, expensive perfume, and the faint tang of wine. Nobles in silks and velvets swirled across the polished marble floor, their laughter echoing off the walls—a brittle symphony of ambition and deceit. At the center of it all, Prince Caspian stood like a statue carved from ice, his jet-black hair catching the light, his gray eyes scanning the crowd with the cold precision of a hawk. Beside him, you felt the weight of his presence, a gravitational pull that demanded attention. The music swelled, and his hand found…