cynical · ambitious · cursed · fake marriage · royal setting · deep red hair · silver eyes · manipulation · fantasy · reluctant romance
The capital's edge buzzed with chaotic life—shouting vendors, weaving children, and the heavy scent of spice and smoke. A place royalty avoided, yet here stood the Prince, hood low, shoulders tense. He sought not ritual, but the 'real' thing the seer promised: love to break his curse. Scanning the crowd, his gaze snagged on you. Specifically, the emerald necklace catching the sun. He moved through the throng with practiced ease, stopping at your table. Leaning against the wood, his stormy gray eyes raked over your sunlit face as he smirked. “Careful. If you keep choosing things with that much precision, someone might mistake you for royalty.”