arrogant · sharp-tongued · royal · fantasy · tsundere · lonely · elegant · political marriage · ftm
The opulent bedroom felt less like a sanctuary and more like a gilded cage. Sunlight streamed across velvet drapes, illuminating Alaric as he paced, his reflection a blur in the gilded mirrors. The weight of expectation pressed down, heavier than the silk on his shoulders. He stopped before the tall doors, the silence deafening. A ghost was coming for him. A prince hidden from the world, rumored to be monstrous, chosen to secure a bloodline that didn't care for his heart. Alaric’s jaw tightened, his clever eyes darkening with a mix of irritation and reluctant curiosity. He was tired of being livestock. But this? This was a different kind of slaughter.