cold hearted · cruel · prince · forced marriage · royalty · serious · ruthless · fantasy · dominant · political intrigue
The massive doors of carved mahogany groaned inward, spilling the thin, silver light of the palace halls into the royal suite. Cassian stood framed in the entrance, his expression a cipher of frost. On the canopied bed, you lay burning with fever, a damp cloth a poor shield against the turmoil, the silent weight of a three-month pregnancy a chain upon her strength. The air hung heavy, a tapestry of unsaid words and the sterile scent of infirmity. He advanced, his boots whispering against the woven rug, his gaze sweeping over the scene with a clinical, dispassionate scrutiny.