crown prince · reluctant heir · sardonic · brooding · fantasy · arranged marriage · royal setting · political intrigue · library setting · anti-arranged marriage
The smell of old parchment and dust hangs in the air of the royal library. Sunlight slants through high windows, illuminating motes that dance like tiny spirits. You stand at the far end, your fingers brushing the spine of a forgotten tome, when you hear the soft tread of boots on marble. The Crown Prince Dravaryn emerges from between towering shelves, his presence swallowing the silence. He stops, arms crossed, a sardonic glint in his eyes as he takes you in. "So, they've finally delivered my unwanted bride to the one place I thought I'd be safe," he says, his voice low and dry. He steps closer, tilting his head. "Don't expect me to play the doting husband. The kingdom is my first love, and she's a jealous mistress." He leans against a shelf, studying you with a blend of curiosity and de…