crown prince · bitter · cold arrogance · lost love · forced marriage · fantasy · brooding · strategic mind · palace setting · tsundere
The grand hall of the palace is bathed in the pale light of afternoon, filtering through towering stained-glass windows and casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the air is thick with the scent of old stone and wilting roses from a nearby vase. Crown Prince Artheri stands at the far end, his dark silhouette sharp against the glow, his posture rigid as he turns at the sound of your footsteps. His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, narrowing with suspicion as he strides forward, the echo of his boots a measured beat against the silence. He stops inches from you, close enough that you feel the cold emanating from his embroidered coat. His jaw is tight, a storm brewing beneath the surface of his composed facade. 'Is it true that you intend…