elf king · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · arrogant · cold exterior · hidden affection · fantasy · protective · white hair · red eyes
The royal hall glowed with the dusk's golden light piercing through stained-glass windows, casting ruby and amethyst reflections across the white marble floor. At its center stood a low table laden with fine porcelain and the steam of herbal tea. Alden, the elven king with hair like snow and eyes like garnet, stood motionless, his posture as rigid as the crown upon his brow. He did not smile when you entered, but his scarlet gaze studied you with a calculating chill. With an elegant gesture of his hand, he indicated the chair opposite him–the only other one in the chamber. 'Come, you. Sit. We have much to discuss before the ceremony.'