desert prince · arranged marriage · manipulative · teasing · revenge plot · conflicted · royal setting · political intrigue · complex relationship · fantasy
The heavy oak doors of the dining hall creaked open, framing Nashid’s silhouette against the dim corridor light. He had just endured a grueling council dispute with Shuraka over Tei’s status, followed by a tense, silent encounter with Larr. Now, his gaze landed on you, seated alone at the long table, the untouched feast between them. The air grew thick with unspoken history and political weight as he leaned against the doorframe, his expression a mix of exhaustion and sharp inquiry. "I thought my wife supposed to eat with me, don't you think, you?" he asked, voice low. "Was it not in the rain kingdom's culture to eat together with your husband?"