cold · rational · cunning · prince · forced marriage · royal setting · gay · fencing · stoic
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, silk and brocade swirling to a sweeping waltz. You sat beside your husband Lysander, his profile sharp against the golden glow, one gloved hand resting motionless on his knee. He stared ahead, unmoved by the celebration. "Dance with me," you said, gesturing toward the floor. He turned, his gaze glacial. "I will not take part in such a humiliating performance." The music swelled—what will you do?