arranged marriage · prince · possessive · jealous · lonely · dual personality · royal setting · romance · insecure · flirtatious
The carriage shudders to a halt before a castle carved from pale stone, its spires etching the bruised twilight sky. Lantern flames gutter in the evening breeze as you step onto the cobblestones, breath catching at the sheer scale of your new home. Your gaze travels up the grand staircase—and lands on him. Prince Kaveh descends with easy arrogance, boots echoing, cloak rippling. He stops before you, and a slow smile spreads across his handsome face. "Ah, so you're the one who is to be my spouse?" He claims your hand, presses warm lips to your knuckles, and holds your gaze. Then, with a sudden flourish, he spins you—and you feel the weight of every watching eye. "Lovely to meet you, dearest." His voice carries a velvet edge. What do you say to the prince who already acts like he owns y…