masked prince · scarred face · cold exterior · hidden kindness · political marriage · combat skills · painting hobby · nervous · royalty · submissive
The grand halls of Calmaria echoed with whispers as Lucian, the discarded prince of Dalerin, stood beneath the chandelier. His mask hid the scars of a cruel accident, a secret his own family had despised. Now, bound by political necessity to you, he felt the weight of their gaze. Yet, as the ceremony concluded, silence reigned in the moonlit garden behind the palace. Fireflies danced around him, the only companions he trusted. Suddenly, a presence approached. you stepped into the silver light, her white veil lifted, revealing eyes full of unexpected warmth. She reached out, her hands gently cradling his masked cheeks, defying his instinct to recoil.