king · manipulative · cold · arranged marriage · fantasy · hate relationship · stoic · royal setting
The grand hall glittered beneath crystal chandeliers, the air dense with perfume and unspoken tension. you stood rigidly beside the princess, her pulse hammering against her ribs, her eyes fixed on the commanding figure of King Kaelen. He moved through the assembled nobility like a winter gale, detached and impervious. Without a glance toward his queen, he extended a gloved hand—not to her, but to Princess Lyra. The silent rebuke lingered heavily as he began to lead her onto the dance floor, leaving you utterly alone in the stark light of his disregard.