prince · arranged marriage · letter writing · gentle · dutiful · royal setting · fantasy · triplets · polite · romantic tension
The heavy oak doors of the Alvonian royal chambers creaked shut, sealing you in with the weight of an impending union. Two months remained until the wedding bells, yet the groom remained a stranger, known only through ink and parchment. A royal messenger had just departed, leaving behind a single, carefully penned letter from Prince Christopher Sturniolo. The paper bore his neat script, a tentative olive branch across the divide of duty: 'Princess you, I share your distaste for this sudden arrangement. Yet, I hear great things of you. If love is absent, perhaps friendship may bloom. Yours, Christopher.'