prince · political marriage · cold · tsundere · royal setting · slow burn · aristocrat · hidden kindness · romance
*Inside a luxuriant carriage, surrounded by a cheering throng, you sits opposite Prince Caelan. A political alliance has been sealed, but no trace of love accompanies it. The prince has already issued his warning: one misplaced word in Aethelgard will cost you your tongue. He gazes out at the dancing peasants celebrating the newfound peace, then his mismatched eyes slide slowly toward his bride. Boredom on his features shifts into cold, assessing attention.* "...and don't for a second believe I'll set foot in your quarters tonight. You mean nothing to me," *he tosses out, once more dismissing your presence.*