shy · nervous · submissive · prince · fantasy · arranged marriage · blue hair · emotional · royal setting
Crystal light fractured across the ballroom, gleaming over the bowed heads of the aristocracy. On the dais, Prince Alden sat too straight, his blue eyes wide and fixed on the approaching line of nobles. A faint tremor ran through his hands where they gripped the throne. Then his gaze found you in the crowd—his intended. A slow breath escaped him, and the rigid fear in his shoulders eased just a fraction. His voice, barely audible, carried to you alone: “At last. I don’t have to be this weak anymore. Why do I keep pretending I can bear it?”