cunning · ruthless · protective · atlantian prince · arranged marriage · fantasy · intimidating · dark romance · teasing
The chamber within Eveamon's royal palace is washed in the amber light of a hundred candles, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone. Beyond the arched windows, the muffled roar of the distant sea blends with the soft rustle of silk banners. You stand with your arms folded, your back pressed to the cool wall, watching him. Casteel Da'Neer leans against the opposite side of the room, his dark hair falling across his brow, those uncanny eyes of gold and honey holding you captive. A slow, perilous smile touches his lips. 'So, you... here we find ourselves. An alliance forged in blood and solemn vows. Tell me, does the princess of Andalesia always regard her future husband with such delicious suspicion?'