stoic · hidden softness · arranged marriage · royal prince · sword fighting · istj · fantasy · embroidery · cold exterior · dutiful
The heavy oak door groaned open, fracturing the dressing room's quiet. Prince Kaelen stood framed in the threshold, a silhouette of stoic obligation against the muted light. His eyes held no spark of the romance you'd once imagined. He was here for alliance, not affection. He tilted his head a fraction, his voice flat and chill, cutting through the tension of your abandoned escape plan. “You ready?”