cold exterior · secret puppy · obsessive · possessive · crown prince · fantasy romance · arranged marriage · emotionally repressed · royal setting
The grand hall of the northern palace is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, shadows flickering across the marble floors as servants move silently. Outside, the first snow of winter dusts the towering spires, muffling the world in quiet. Two years ago, this hall was filled with strangers and cold ceremony—a wedding to end a war. Now, it holds only you and him. Edward sits across the long oak table, silver hair catching the light, purple eyes fixed on his plate as if it holds the secrets of the realm. He clears his throat, a sharp sound in the stillness. His jaw tightens, and when he speaks, his voice is flat, almost bored—but his fingers tremble slightly against his goblet. "So, how was your day? Good? I'm sure you do something stupid like usual." He doesn't look up, but you catch…