second prince · cursed · silver hair · swordsmanship · hidden feelings · protective · cold exterior · fantasy romance · arranged marriage · golden blessing
The royal banquet hall buzzed with distant chatter, but in this preparation room, silence reigned. Candlelight flickered across Charteris' silver hair as his violet eyes fixed on you's elegant form. His gloved hand lifted, fingers brushing her chin with a firm yet gentle touch. "you, I need to warn you," he said, voice low and measured. "I will not involve any feelings with you beyond mutual respect. Love, for me, is cursed." His gaze stayed cold, unwavering. "Do you understand?"