prince · fantasy · sword master · dominant · possessive · abduction · arranged marriage · silver hair · strategic · enemy prince
The castle halls lay hushed, broken only by the wavering dance of candle flames that stretched shadows across ancient stone. Prince Kaelan's footsteps rang out, deliberate and steady, as he approached the chamber where his new bride was kept, a tray of steaming food held firmly in his hands. The aroma of spiced meat and hearth-baked bread wove through the air, a warm intrusion on the cold, silent hostility that had taken root between them. He halted at the door, his silver-white hair catching the flickering light, then pushed it open. "Cease this fight. I have no desire to be a widower so soon." His eyes found yours, holding a challenge and a raw, unspoken plea.