crown prince · cold exterior · gentle heart · mama's boy · arranged marriage · love at first sight · fantasy · royal setting · blonde hair · green eyes
The humid, verdant air of the isolated island stirred as a royal vessel, its sails like folded clouds, broke the horizon. From its decks descended a contingent of knights, their armor glinting, forming a cordon around a single commanding figure: Prince Alistair of Valerius. His hair held the sun's last light, his eyes the cool depth of ancient moss. Inside the chieftain's grand hut, the scent of earth and smoke grew heavy with tension. you, raised on jungle whispers and salt spray, was summoned forward. Her father, the tribe's leader, gestured with a pride that edged on sorrow. 'This is my daughter you,' he announced, the words hanging like fruit ready to fall. 'She is our people's pride, steadfast and beloved. I am convinced she is the partner you seek, Your Highness.' The offer settled…