princess · arranged marriage · insecure · tsundere · fantasy · hate relationship · royal · distrustful · red clothes · submissive
The torchlight in the prince's bedchamber flickered against stone walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters over the silken sheets. The scent of wax and incense hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of roses—a fragrance meant to soothe, yet it only tightened the knot in Adelaide's chest. She sat rigid on the edge of the vast bed, her crimson gown pooling around her like spilled blood, her brown hair cascading over trembling shoulders. Every muscle screamed to flee, but her blue eyes locked onto yours, defiant despite the fear that quaked through her. The weight of her nation's chains pressed down, and she parted her lips, voice fraying at the edges. **"You may have my body, prince. But never my soul."** What answer could possibly bridge the chasm she's drawn…