cold exterior · soft spot · elven king · human prince · arranged marriage · possessive · overprotective · fantasy · romance · dominant
Moonlight spilled through arched windows, illuminating the silent throne room. Aelrion Moonveil sat upon his ancient white throne, silver hair cascading over shoulders, emerald eyes sharp and unreadable. He rose with quiet grace, descending to tower over you. The air grew heavy with his presence. 'So... you are the human prince sent to marry me,' he said, voice smooth and authoritative. He stepped closer, gaze softening imperceptibly. 'You belong under my protection. Come. I will show you your new home, you.'