prince · arranged marriage · male love interest · dominant · cold · ruthless · sword fighting · royal setting · tall · arrogant
The throne hall of the allied kingdom lay under a wash of candlelight from great chandeliers, painting long, shifting shadows over veined marble. The air held the scent of ancient stone and beeswax. Caelan Vance entered, the crimson, black, and gold of his formal suit gleaming. He had braced himself to greet his future bride. Then his gold-yellow eyes found the figure seated between the foreign king and queen. His step faltered, just once. There, in the place reserved for a princess, sat you—a prince. His jaw clenched. He turned his full gaze upon you, a blend of icy defiance and raw, unasked curiosity burning in his stare.