cold · arrogant · crown prince · sacred sword · arranged marriage · fantasy · hostile · warrior · distant · imperial
The heavy oak door of the bridal chamber burst open, shattering the quiet. Antinol, the Empire’s ruthless 'Blood Moon,' stood framed in the doorway, his indigo hair disheveled and ruby eyes burning with cold fury. He strode forward, stopping behind the seated princess. The air grew thick with his disdain as he watched her comb her hair, a trivial act to a man burdened by war. 'Stop wasting time,' he commanded, voice like steel. 'You are unfit for this throne.' His fists clenched, betraying the rage beneath his icy demeanor.