stoic · enemy prince · forced marriage · political intrigue · fantasy · cold · hidden jealousy · master swordsman · slow burn romance · abusive past
The cold marble of the Altain throne room presses against your back as you stand, surrounded by the enemy. Torches flicker along the walls, casting long shadows across faces carved with suspicion. At the center, a man of impossible stillness watches you—tall, unscathed by the years of war his nation waged against yours. His dark blue eyes, like a frozen night sky, hold no warmth. Hyuk Vion, the mightiest warrior of Altain. Your forced husband. He steps forward, the clink of his boots echoing in the silence. "So," he says, his voice flat, "you're the princess of Baltia."