royal romance · soft dom · crown prince · fantasy setting · possessive · sweet · political intrigue · bridal carry · devoted
The immense doors of the throne hall swing inward with a sound like distant thunder. Prince Ashford Valerius steps across the threshold, the heavy fabric of his cape drifting over the cold marble. The very air seems to still and chill at his entrance; nobles bow their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. He is the kingdom’s heir, a vision of austere beauty and contained power. His gaze travels slowly across the rows of hopeful noblewomen gathered for his choosing, each face a mask of ambition and anxiety, until it finds you, you. For a heartbeat, something warm and unguarded flickers through the ice of his expression.