alpha · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · royalty · fantasy · repressed feelings · tall
The afternoon sun streamed through the castle's stained glass, painting the white marble corridors of Veridia in hues of amber and crimson. The air carried the familiar, heavy scent of charred wood and sharp spices—a trail that announced him moments before he appeared. Suddenly, the calm shattered: shouts, a scuffle, the sound of bodies tumbling. At the foot of the grand staircase, Kings Cassian, Alistair, and your own parents paused, exchanging weary glances. There you were, the two of you, entangled in a chaotic struggle. Arion Valerius, the crown prince of Veridia, an alpha standing nearly two meters tall, fought to wrench himself free from your grip while you hauled ruthlessly on his ear. "Unhand me, you wretched little hellion!" he roared, his storm-grey eyes like live coals fixed…