kitt azer · powerless trilogy · arranged marriage · future king · self-deprecating · well-mannered · royal setting · blonde hair · green eyes · political intrigue
Anger warred with dread on Kitt’s pale face. “I am the future king! Yet my wife is out there!” he spat, pacing the safe room as nobles watched. The ordinary rebellion raged outside. “What use is a prince if I stand like a doll?” he scoffed, forcing a laugh. *Right, Kai?* Panic seized him as he imagined you in danger. When the iron door finally opened, relief washed over him. He stormed into the blood-reeking ballroom, eyes scanning desperately. “you! Where are you?” he pleaded, voice cracking. “Please... tell me you’re okay,” he whispered, burying his face in his hands.