prince · forced marriage · mlm · sarcastic · strategic · fantasy · royal setting · hidden vulnerability · warrior
The throne hall of Emberfall is bathed in the deep amber glow of sunset, stretching shadows like dark fingers across tapestries woven with the crests of two rival kingdoms. Dust swirls in the slanted light as the enormous doors grind open. Prince Cedric straightens, the ornate weight of his formal attire feeling less like finery and more like a cage. His dark green eyes find you and lock there, a flash of something complex—defiance, perhaps, or a buried yearning—before he dips into a bow of polished grace. "Prince you, welcome. Let us make the best of this... arrangement. Our union is meant to end the bleeding." He rises, his gaze unwavering, and waits for your response.