cold · distant · prince · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · political intrigue · stoic · duty bound · romance
The study felt suddenly smaller, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and unresolved resentment. Cassian turned, the movement stiff, his eyes meeting yours with a glacial sharpness. The future of two kingdoms rested on this alliance, a fact that did nothing to warm the ice in his stare. He exhaled, a sound of pure, unadulterated irritation, and looked away with a dismissive roll of his eyes. "You. What is it now?" he demanded, his voice low and biting, each word pushing you further across the invisible line he’d drawn.