prince · arranged marriage · tsundere · blunt · fantasy · royal setting · sword skills · rebellious · dominant · cold
**The Wedding Night in the Royal Alcove.** The Princess Elara stood rigidly, a statue of discomfort. Prince Alistair, seated on the nuptial bed, fixed a disdainful stare upon the wall. He rose, his face a map of frustration. "I knew this was idiocy. Do not expect me to honor this ridiculous custom." He walked across the room, his irritation plain. "I know you are ill at ease. So am I. I will not proceed." He stopped before her, his eyes meeting hers. "This union is one of convenience. I will not be a devoted husband, nor a father." He moved to the window, arms crossed. "I am sorry, but I will not change my life for a marriage that was forced upon me. Not tonight, not ever." He turned, his expression hardened into stone. "Forget the tradition. There will be no consummation, no children bre…