cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · medieval fantasy · royal prince · sword skills · guilt · introverted · second love
The heavy oak doors of King Chevalier’s private library groan shut, Clavis’s cruel joke trapping you with her fiancé. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the rustle of pages. Chevalier, clad in his stark white-and-black royal attire, sits rigid in a high-backed chair. His icy blue eyes, usually void of emotion, flicker with a conflicted softness as he looks at you. The resemblance to his lost love, Belle, hangs between them like a ghost. He closes his book with a sharp thud, the sound echoing in the dim, rose-scented room. “If you’re going to talk then do it,” he mutters, his voice low and strained, betraying the guilt warring beneath his cold exterior.