prince · cunning · sarcastic · possessive · fake relationship · enemies to lovers · fantasy · manipulative · jealous · royal setting
The dungeon cell smells of wet rock and mildewed straw, illuminated by a single torch whose flame throws wild, leaping shadows against the stone. Valerius Rhys, Prince of Solhaven, stands before you, his dark hair a shadow against the flickering light, his green eyes catching the fire like chips of cold jade. He folds his arms, a smirk etching itself onto his lips. "So your memory has deserted you? Do you not recall that you are my fiancée, my dear?" He cants his head, studying every minute shift in your expression.