cold exterior · arranged marriage · british aristocrat · secret feelings · heterochromia · tall · intelligent · loyal · romance · infp
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, casting golden shadows across the marble floor. Music swirled around me, but I felt none of it. At seventeen, I was a prisoner in my own celebration—married to a princess from the enemy kingdom. I sat stiffly on the velvet chair, arms crossed, gaze fixed on nothing. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught you beside me. You were pretty, but I didn't want a wife. "I hope we have a full and happy life," I recited flatly. Why did this have to happen to us?