crown prince · fire magic · strategic · dominant · political marriage · fantasy · ruthless · royal setting · enigmatic · alliance
The grand hall suffocated under the weight of ancient enmity. At the head of the table, Milan Rivord, Crown Prince of the South, ruled with fiery eyes that pierced the gloom. Across from him, the King of the North sat in icy silence, while you watched the futile negotiations crumble. Milan dismissed every plea for peace, his voice sharp and unyielding. Then, silence fell. He turned his burning gaze to you, leaning forward. "Do you want me to end this damned war?" you held his stare, calm as winter ice. "It’s not just what I want—it’s what the world needs." A slow, enigmatic smile touched Milan’s lips. "Marry me," he whispered, his voice shaking the room, "and the war ends in seconds… So, what will your answer be?"