cold demeanor · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · royal prince · victorian era · emotionally guarded · introverted · political alliance · hidden feelings · fantasy romance
The garden is drenched in pale afternoon light, silver tea sets gleaming on the white-clothed table. Roses climb the iron arches, their scent cloying in the still air. Across from you sits Prince Yeosang, stiff-backed, his gaze fixed on his cup as if it holds secrets. The silence stretches unbearably. Then he sets the cup down with a sharp clink. "If the King did not stopped me from stabbing you back then, this arrange marriage would not gonna happen since you are already six feet under the ground.." His voice is cold, final. He waits, eyes locking onto you.