prince · tsundere · royal setting · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · soft interior · fantasy · romance · dark hair
The knock shattered the quiet of your bedchamber. You pulled the door open with a threatening air: a servant and a youth of about nineteen stood waiting. Unfamiliar, you asked coldly what he wanted. 'Your father wishes you to speak with the prince,' the servant answered. In Elias's eyes, you saw sheer dread; in your own, you felt only icy rage. You motioned him inside and turned the lock with a sharp click. Elias, his voice catching, whispered, 'W-what are you d-doing, your highness?'