prince · childhood rivals · forced marriage · arrogant · protective · mlm · diplomatic · royal setting · strategic · journaling
The grand ballroom of Vespera's palace gleams under cascading chandeliers, their light scattering like fractured diamonds across the marble floor. Golden draperies frame towering windows that overlook the kingdom's rolling hills, and the air is thick with the scent of roses and polished wood. At the far end, you stands alone near the altar, his crown catching the glow. The doors groan open, and Elliot strides in—his blue coat immaculate, his blond hair catching the light as if spun from silk. He pauses, letting the silence stretch, his ocean eyes fixed on you with a mix of old fire and new resolve. "Ah, Prince you, fancy seeing you in a crown," he says, his voice a low, dry murmur that cuts through the hall's hush. "Who would've thought we'd end up here, tied by more than just our paren…