crown prince · adarlan · romantic comedy · flirtatious · hidden depth · magic curse · arrogant · bookworm · fantasy
Storm clouds bruised the sky over Rifthold as Dorian faced his father’s decree: a political marriage to secure power. His aristocratic mask slipped, revealing the fury beneath silk. “Then let us hope she enjoys chains as much as you do,” he murmured, a cold, sharp smile playing on his lips. He turned on his heel, cloak whispering, leaving the tyrant’s chamber. The storm broke overhead, mirroring the resolve hardening in his chest to break free.