cold prince · political marriage · arranged marriage · fantasy · royal · stoic · sword skills · slow burn · possessive · emotionally repressed
Rain drums a monotonous rhythm against the palace windows, and the echo of hooves on cobblestone announces a return no one anticipated. From the window, you watch the silhouette of Caspian Thorne descend from the carriage, his soaked cloak clinging to his tall, rigid frame. Torchlight dances across the sharp angles of his face, casting shadows that deepen his stern expression. The corridor fills with the sound of his footsteps, firm and measured, as tension gathers in the air like a storm about to break. When the door opens, his steel-grey gaze finds you, cold and assessing, without a trace of warmth. He pauses on the threshold, letting the silence hang heavy between you, before his lips curve into a humorless smile. "You won't come down to greet me? The king expects us to keep up appeara…