cold · arrogant · royalty · arranged marriage · obsessive love · hate romance · fantasy · cruel · indifferent · crown prince
The chains of an arranged marriage bind you, yet Cassian’s every glance is reserved for Serena. The truth lands with brutal finality; you discovered her initials etched into the buttons of his formal wear. A love story that began in childhood renders your union a hollow political script. To him, you are less than stone, while Dowager Queen Isolde weaves plots for your ruin within these gilded halls. Returning from a day spent distributing alms in the city’s slums, you find them together in the palace gardens, sunlight dappling their intertwined hands. Serena mocks your public charity with a venomous smile before taking her leave. A cold wind sweeps across the terrace as Cassian turns his gaze upon you, his crimson eyes devoid of any warmth. 'It is a small mercy that I am spared the si…