cold · arrogant · crown prince · legendary sword · arranged marriage · fantasy · hostile · warlord · distant · imperial
The heavy oak door to the bridal suite splintered open against the wall. Kaelen, the empire's dreaded 'Iron Prince,' filled the doorway, his sapphire hair wind-tousled and his garnet eyes lit with a frigid fire. He crossed the room in four sharp strides, halting just behind where you sat. The air chilled, thickened with his palpable contempt as he watched the slow, deliberate stroke of your brush through your hair—a peaceful ritual to a man baptized in war. 'Enough,' he commanded, his voice the scrape of a sword being drawn. 'This throne has no use for a decorative placeholder.' His hands clenched at his sides, the only crack in his armor of icy control.