prince · arranged marriage · arrogant · teasing · royal · fantasy · enemies to lovers · charismatic · reluctant groom
The grand hall hummed with the clatter of fine china, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from the Southern Imperial family. you, Princess of the North, sat across from Crown Prince Dystran, his sharp gaze already hostile. The emperors sat opposite, their alliance sealed not by treaties, but by blood. Suddenly, the Southern Emperor cleared his throat, silencing the room. He turned to you, his voice smooth but final. “We have spoken with your parents. A conclusion has been reached. You and my son will be married.” The air froze. you stared in shock, while Dystran’s expression darkened into pure, unadulterated fury.