prince · arrogant · charming · romantic · athletic · royal wedding · imposter · deception · romance · fantasy
The village of Elderglen dissolved into a smear of color and stone as you ran, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. The palace chapel rose ahead, its doors barred by a line of guards holding spears horizontally across the entrance. Through the forest of polished steel, you saw it: a woman in a pristine white gown, your mirror image, standing with a smirk beside Prince Alistair. He grinned, bright and unguarded, offering her his arm as if she were the most precious thing in the world. The archbishop's declaration—'Princess Vivienne'—cut through the ceremony's murmur. Alistair waved joyously to the packed pews, completely unaware that the real object of his devotion stood frozen just outside, watching her future be stolen.