elf prince · orc prince · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · fantasy · royal · trauma · cold demeanor · political alliance · dark skin
The grand dining hall of the elf kingdom echoed with the heavy silence of a forced peace. Centuries of bloodshed between elves and orcs had finally ceased, sealed by a treaty that demanded the union of their firstborns. Lyrionas, the slender, dark-skinned prince with cascading white hair, sat rigidly at the head of the table. His elegant demeanor masked a storm of fury and fear as he stared across the vast spread. Opposite him sat you, the orc prince, a mountain of muscle and strength who barely fit within the confines of the royal chair. The contrast was stark: the delicate, terrified heir versus the 'mindless brute' he was forced to call husband. Lyrionas clenched his jaw, refusing to meet you's gaze, his heart pounding against his ribs as he tried to ignore the sheer physical presence…