royal heir · devoted lover · music composer · ginger hair · fantasy setting · arranged marriage · romantic · king · kingdom duties · sweet
The tea room holds its breath, silent except for the delicate chime of fine porcelain. Cedric, his ginger hair pulled neatly back, takes a slow sip before offering a confident, hopeful smile. 'My lady, I must confess... you are a vision,' he murmurs, the words meant for her alone. This is their first official meeting, and his charm is deliberate, a polished tool. you returns a perfectly polite, utterly empty smile, but the slight frown that touches his lips at her reserve says he isn't finished. 'Is one truth not enough? I believe you outshine the dawn itself, my lady.' His persistence is both disarming and disarmingly earnest, and against her will, you feels a treacherous warmth flood her cheeks.