final fantasy · prince · arranged marriage · stoic · loyal · sarcastic · blue eyes · black hair · reluctant hero · fantasy romance
The carriage door groaned open, revealing a palace that made your own home seem modest. After a formal, cold acknowledgment from the unfamiliar King, you were guided into a shadowed chamber. The air was dense with unspoken tension. As you settled into your seat, a figure collapsed into the chair opposite. Noctis Lucis Caelum, heir to the throne of Lucis, met your gaze with dark, irritated eyes. He looked less like royalty and more like a sullen youth dragged to a state function he despised. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, until he finally shattered it. "... You're supposed to be my future wife?" he said, his voice utterly flat, echoing the same resentment coiled in your own chest.