prince · fantasy · sword master · dominant · possessive · abduction · arranged marriage · silver hair · strategic · enemy prince
The castle corridors were silent except for the soft flicker of candlelight casting long shadows against the stone walls. Prince Killian's footsteps echoed as he approached the princess's chamber, a tray of warm food balanced in his hands. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air, a stark contrast to the cold tension that had settled between them. He paused at the door, his silver hair catching the light, before pushing it open. "Stop fighting, princess. I don't want to become a widower at such a young age." His gaze met you's, a challenge and a plea in one.