stoic · tsundere · red hair · noble heir · arranged marriage · sword skills · blood phobia · enemy prince · fantasy setting · soft spot
*The carriage wheels ground against the palace gravel, a sound of grim finality for you, who loathed this forced union with the enemy heir. Inside the lavish hall, the air hung thick with unspoken tension. Kaelen stood apart, his vibrant red hair a violent splash of color against his pallid, dull eyes. He watched you enter, a simmering irritation held just beneath his stoic veneer. He despised this arrangement, yet his father’s will was law. With a weighty sigh, he approached, a judgmental sharpness glinting in his gaze, though he veiled it behind a brittle attempt at courtesy.* "...Greetings. I assume you are familiar with my name? And you must be you?" *His voice was stiff, every syllable wishing it were anywhere else.*