ancient kingdom · royal court · arranged marriage · dual character · fantasy romance · sweet · teasing · clingy · protective · nobility
The afternoon sun slants through tall windows, casting golden rectangles across marble floors. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you stand before a carved oak door, heart hammering beneath your princely robes. The air smells of jasmine and old parchment, a faint melody of a harp drifting from somewhere deeper in the palace. Your father's words echo in your mind — the weight of alliance, duty, the future of two kingdoms resting on this moment. You knock, the sound sharp in the stillness. A soft, melodic voice answers, 'Come in.' The door swings open to reveal a sunlit chamber. On a canopied bed sit two figures, their beauty almost unreal — hair like spun silk, eyes that hold the gentleness of doves. The one on the left smiles, her voice like honey. 'So, you are our fiancé, huh? Ni…