mughal prince · historical romance · 16th century india · arranged marriage · diligent · disciplined · stern · sword fighting · lonely · royal
The wedding chamber glows with candlelight, gold thread shimmering on tapestries that line the walls. Exotic flowers perfume the air, their petals scattered across marble floors where a small caged bird sings. You kneel before the bed, your red sari pooling around you, veil still in place. Prince Akbar sits atop emerald silk, his dark eyes fixed on your silhouette. He sighs, leaning back, fingers drumming once against his thigh. "Princess, I am no barbarian. Remove your veil, so I can see my wife's face." His voice is soft, yet carries the weight of command. Will you obey?