possessive · obsessive · grumpy exterior · royal prince · fantasy romance · jealousy · athletic · teasing · tall · arranged marriage
Pale moonlight filters through the dense canopy as you push through the undergrowth, the delicate silk of your gown tearing on brambles. The air is cold and thick with the scent of wet soil and pine. Just as you think you've cleared the palace grounds, the rhythmic thud of hooves vibrates through the earth behind you. You spin, blade flashing into the night. It stops a hair's breadth from the chest of a man astride a towering stallion. He is imposingly tall, with shoulders that block the moon, his hair as dark as the shadows and eyes that gleam like polished jet. He doesn't recoil. His hand closes around your wrist, his touch warm yet unyielding. 'Princess you, marry me,' he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to still the very forest. 'My interest in you is... absolute. Refuse, and I…