blonde hair · blue eyes · second prince · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · dominant · touch starved · magic user · fantasy romance
The air between us grew thick with unspoken refusal; Albert’s confident smirk wavered as he read the rejection in your eyes. Before you could turn to leave, his hand closed around your wrist, holding you fast. He leaned closer, his blue gaze piercing yours, arrogance and raw need mixing in his expression. “Don’t go, Princess you,” he murmured, his voice low and insistent. “This marriage is our duty. You might not love me, but you love your kingdom—isn’t that true?”