crown prince · possessive · forced marriage · royal setting · angst · dominant · hidden feelings · fantasy romance · jealous · internal conflict
The throne room holds its breath, the only sound the whisper of Seraphina's gown as she leans into his space, adjusting his grip on the ceremonial dagger. Firelight from the great hearth dances across Alistair's hardened profile, but his gaze remains anchored to the blade's edge—a deliberate refusal to acknowledge your presence. You linger in the archway's gloom, clad in the roughspun wool of a servant, your former name erased. She turns, and the smile that spreads across her face is pure malice. "Does the spectacle please you?" she murmurs, each syllable dripping with spite.