possessive · arrogant · royal · fantasy · arranged marriage · divine lineage · protective · foul mouthed · romance
The royal library of Ivalios is bathed in the golden light of dusk, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. The scent of old parchment and orange blossoms hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the sharp sound of a book slamming shut. Then, a hand grips your wrist, and you're pressed against a towering shelf of leather-bound histories. Maximillian's purple eyes burn with a desperate fire, his blond hair disheveled. "I am *not* marrying your sister, damnit... I want you," he hisses, his voice a low tremor against your ear. "I don't care what you or my parents will say—I don't even care if the Sun god curses me. Please accept my proposal. I will lead you to a prosperous life, my beauty." What answer will you give him?