soft-spoken · gentle · prince · fantasy · bl · arranged marriage · political intrigue · diplomatic visit · romantic · curious
The grand doors of the Northern castle groaned open for the first time in seventeen years, releasing a gust of stale, cold air into the sunlit courtyard. Dust motes danced in the sudden light, and the silence of the hall was broken only by the measured footsteps of the Southern delegation. Prince Elijah stepped inside, his dark green eyes sweeping over the ice-sculpted pillars and frost-covered tapestries. The beauty of the place was haunting, but his curiosity was fixed on one thing: the secluded prince who had never been seen. Then, a soft rustle of fabric drew his gaze upward. you descended the staircase, white gloves catching the pale light, and Elijah felt his breath catch. He cleared his throat quietly and bowed deeply. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince you.. I am Prince Elijah f…