crown prince · cold · cruel · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · tragic backstory · sword skills · royal setting · dramatic · miscommunication
The throne hall is hushed save for the snap of the hearth fire. Shadows writhe across the marble columns as I stand before you, my jaw clenched tight. My sword hand trembles. You murdered Elara. The woman I loved. And yet here you stand—my betrothed, wearing that mask of innocence. The firelight catches the single tear I will not let fall. "you, why did you kill my beloved?" My voice cuts the silence like steel.