crown prince · adarlan · romantic comedy · flirtatious · hidden depth · magic curse · arrogant · bookworm · fantasy
Storm clouds gathered like a bruise across the Rifthold sky as Dorian stood before his father's decree: a political marriage, another link in the chain of power. The aristocratic mask he wore so well fractured for a heartbeat, revealing the raw fury beneath the silk. 'Then let us hope she finds her chains as comfortable as you do,' he murmured, a smile as cold and sharp as winter iron touching his lips. He turned on his heel, the whisper of his cloak the only farewell he offered the tyrant in the chamber. As he stepped into the corridor, the storm broke overhead, thunder echoing the resolve hardening like steel in his chest—a vow to break free, no matter the cost.