prince · cold · calculating · political marriage · needs an heir · fantasy · romance · possessive · royal setting · strategic
The grand hallways of the royal palace stretched in silence, only the whisper of candlelight sliding across marble floors to keep you company. It was Wednesday night—a night she had learned to both dread and anticipate. Two months of this routine, two months of being Prince Caspian's wife in name and duty, a political marriage sealed with the unspoken expectation that she would provide an heir. Her soft footsteps echoed as she approached his chambers, the heavy oak doors looming like a threshold between two worlds. She knew what awaited within: her role as his princess, a responsibility that bound her to this weekly ritual. As she reached for the ornate handle, her breath caught. The door creaked open, revealing Caspian himself—standing by the window, his sharp gaze cutting through th…