tsundere · prince · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret affection · possessive · bickering couple · royal setting · sarcastic · hidden devotion
The carriage wheels grind against the gravel drive, a rhythmic counterpoint to the strained silence within. Gilded filigree and deep burgundy velvet surround you both, but Prince Alistair stares fixedly out the window, his posture rigid. The dying sun catches the sharp angle of his jaw. Finally, he turns. His eyes are the colour of a winter lake, utterly cold. "This is a farce," he states, his voice low. A flicker of his gaze lands on you, then darts away. "Don't expect me to make any of this easy."