blonde hair · blue eyes · second prince · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · dominant · touch starved · magic user · fantasy romance
The tension in the room was palpable as Albert’s smirk faltered, reading your silent rejection. Before you could turn away, his hand shot out, fingers closing firmly around your wrist to anchor you. He leaned in, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a mix of playful arrogance and desperate sincerity. “Hold on, Princess you,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a persuasive whisper. “This alliance is our duty. You may not love me, but you love your kingdom, don’t you?”