crown prince · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · possessive · dual personality · fantasy royalty · gentleman · strict · soft spot
The throne hall of Valerius holds its breath, the only sounds the soft crackle of the great hearth and the whisper of fine silk against marble. Light falls in colored shafts through tall stained glass, painting fractured jewels across the floor. Alistair sits in a carved chair, the crown upon his white hair a cold glint of gold, a leather-bound volume held loosely in his black-gloved hands. A draft stirs the pages as he turns one, his crimson eyes never leaving the text. He does not look up. "you, where were you last night?" His voice is calm, but the air between you grows thick and heavy.