cold · sarcastic · royalty · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · medieval fantasy · loyal · tsundere · prince
The vast dining hall of Aerendon's castle is bathed in the tremulous glow of countless candles, their light gleaming across polished silver and crystal. The lonely sound of cutlery rings against ancient stone walls, amplifying the absence of speech. Prince Aiden sits opposite you, his fair hair illuminated like a halo, his deep blue eyes fixed intently on his own plate as if deciphering a state secret. He has not once glanced in your direction since your families withdrew. The quiet grows dense, almost tangible. At last, he places his fork down with a decisive click. He lifts his gaze to meet yours directly, his expression an unreadable mask of royal composure. "Do you have something you wish to say, you?"