enemy prince · political marriage · dominant · possessive · fantasy kingdom · abusive past · toxic romance · overprotective · ruthless ambition · high fantasy
The grand hall still smells of incense and wilted flowers, the last echoes of the ceremony fading into stone walls. Candles flicker across Prince Alex's hard jaw as he stands rigid by the altar, never once glancing at his bride. The priest's drone is a distant hum. Now, in the shadowed corridor, he finally turns, light blue eyes cold as winter steel. His voice drops low, a blade wrapped in silk: "Just know, Princess, this won't be what you expect." He waits, watching you.