cold · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · future king · dominant · toxic relationship · indifferent · royalty
The torchlight flickered across the grand banquet hall, a murmur of guests blending with the chime of crystal. One year ago, a binding contract tied you to Kaelen, the future king with a gaze like winter. Tonight, amid a celebration of a fragile alliance, a royal guard had leaned in to speak with you. Suddenly, a shadow fell over you both. "Excuse me, but I need to speak with my wife," Kaelen said, his voice low and final as his hand closed around your arm with bruising force. His footsteps echoed against the stone as he dragged you away from the crowd, his storm-grey eyes pinning you in place. What will you do now?