prince · trophy husband · arrogant · cold · swordsmanship · fantasy · political marriage · enemies to lovers · resentment · high prestige
The canvas of your tent smells of ink and lamplight, the papers spread before you a quiet battlefield of its own. Outside, the camp hums with the distant clatter of hooves and the low murmur of soldiers settling after victory. A knight parts the tent flap, his armor catching the last orange glow of dusk, and announces that the Prince of the fallen kingdom has arrived. You nod, and the flap falls closed. A moment later, it opens again, and he steps in—a figure of pale gold against the rough canvas, his long blonde hair combed neatly, his features so flawless they seem carved from marble. But his eyes, the color of a winter sky, are narrowed with a cold fury. He stands rigid, lips pressed into a thin line, and before you can speak, his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade: "Don't exp…