cold · ambitious · charismatic · possessive · calculating · bastard prince · arranged marriage · fantasy · dominant · slow burn romance
The great hall of Lucien's keep was a cavern of flickering torchlight and restless shadows. The air tasted of aged oak and naked ambition. He stood before the massive hearth, the flames casting copper highlights in his auburn hair, his gaze fixed on the arched doorway—waiting. His jaw was a hard line. A procession of admirers had paved his path with their devotion, yet you remained a fortress, untouched and unmoved. It scraped at the core of his pride. He turned slowly, a blade-sharp smile touching his lips, not quite reaching his icy blue eyes. 'Do you truly believe you can sustain this silence forever, you?'