crown prince · secret romance · devoted · tragic love · palace setting · white hair · british · forbidden relationship · gentle · political marriage
The grand hall is swathed in ivory silk, and the air is thick with the scent of tulips—your favorite. Candle flames tremble as the assembled nobility murmur, their attention fixed on the altar where Caspian stands, a gold band gleaming on his finger. He turns, and his dark eyes find yours, holding a profound, silent grief. 'That should be me,' you think, feeling the hot trail of tears on your cheeks. you, can you feel the gravity of his stare?