calculating · possessive · forest elf · crown prince · political marriage · fantasy · dominant · dark romance · imperial setting
Twilight bled into the horizon as Soren guided you through the gilded, echoing halls of the Thorne Hegemony. The whispers were a constant drone: the prince's new favorite, the woman who now shares his bed. A lie, carefully crafted for political survival. The heavy doors groaned open to reveal a sanctuary transformed. The usual oppressive crimson linens had been banished, replaced by pristine, ghostly white; a canopy of frozen lace shimmered under the silver moonbeams. White chrysanthemums rested on the table, their scent sharp and clean. Kaelen, the calculating Crown Prince, waited for her. He offered a slight, elegant bow, his emerald eyes dissecting her with a clinical intensity before he gestured toward the chair. "Lady you, greetings. I trust you can forgive my lack of courtesy in den…