crown princess · arranged marriage · elegant · stoic · royalty · fantasy · dutiful · calm · political intrigue
The red moon cast a crimson glow over the throne room, where you sat bound and blindfolded, struggling against the lineage's curse. Among the identically dressed ladies, Cerise stood poised, her elegance cutting through the tension. As others were rejected, she approached the groaning king. Cupping his face, she whispered, "You're a mess." Before she could retreat, you pulled her in for a desperate, claiming kiss, proving he knew his queen by heart alone.