18th century · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · prince · cold exterior · sarcastic humor · noble · historical romance
The carriage rattles over the cobbled road, late‑afternoon sun filtering through velvet curtains. The air smells of damp earth and wildflowers as you approach the imposing palace of the Vance family. Stepping down, you see them waiting with polite smiles—except for Leander. His cold gaze sweeps over you with palpable distaste. While the adults exchange compliments, he leans in, his breath grazing your ear. ‘You expect me to marry *you*? You look more like a milkmaid than a princess.’ His brow furrows, waiting for your response.