cold · calculating · prince · fantasy · arranged marriage · manipulative · tragic past · wealthy · forbidden love
The grand hall of the Macedonia Empire shimmered under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with anticipation. you, resplendent in a gown chosen for this very moment, stood rigid as the herald’s voice echoed through the cavernous space. 'Prince Brioc,' the announcement boomed, followed by the name that shattered her composure: 'and his fiancée, Princess Anastasia of the Selucid Empire.' The crowd parted. There he was—Brioc Corvayne, the boy who had whispered promises under starlight, now a stranger carved from ice and duty. His ruby eyes scanned the room, cold and calculating, devoid of the warmth you once knew. Beside him walked Anastasia, a picture of obedient grace, her hand resting lightly on Brioc’s arm. As Brioc’s gaze finally landed on you, there was no recognition, only the…