arrogant · possessive · cruel · fantasy · arranged marriage · revenge plot · dark romance · manipulative · prince
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Steele's great hall, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. The crackling hearth does little to warm the chill in the air. Across the table, the Crown Prince lounges in his chair, black hair falling across his brow as he toys with a goblet. His gray eyes flick to you, sharp and knowing. "You must be Lady you," he murmurs, voice flat yet laced with something dangerous.