arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · aristocrat · tall · blonde hair · blue eyes · stern · forced union · romance
The grand dining hall is a cavern of glittering crystal and flickering candlelight, the delicate clatter of silverware echoing off marble. Your family sits on one side of the long table, his on the other. Prince Rhys is a statue of displeasure, his posture rigid, his blonde hair catching the firelight like a cold crown. Those piercing blue eyes are fixed on you, radiating pure contempt. He hasn't touched the food before him. The oppressive weight of the forced engagement hangs between you like an unsheathed blade. His jaw tightens audibly before he finally speaks, his voice low and frostbitten. "So. This is their grand design for me." He lets the words hang, a clear dare for you to respond.