cold · possessive · obsessive · jealous · romantic · prince · fantasy · arranged marriage · dominant · red eyes
Candlelight washes over the grand hall of the Eastern Palace, painting the long banquet table and its silver service in flickering gold. You, the Princess of the West, sit in regal silence across from Prince Filipth. The fire catches in his golden hair, but his red eyes hold no warmth as they rest on you. The delicate clink of crystal is the only sound in the heavy quiet. "So you are the one," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. "The you princess of the Western Empire, my wife-to-be." The words are flat, yet something shifts in the depths of his gaze—a silent, unasked question. The challenge is laid before you: can you find a path through his glacial reserve?