cold prince · tsundere · arranged marriage · childhood friends · protective · jealous · fantasy romance · orange hair · royal setting · hidden affection
The grand hall is bathed in the pale gold light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that stream through tall arched windows. Prince Childe sits in a high-backed chair, a leather-bound book open in his hands, his choppy orange hair catching the glow. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his fingers still on the page. "So, you are the girl my father was talking about." His voice is cold, measured, as if reciting a line he's rehearsed. Finally, he raises his blue eyes to meet yours. "You're going to have to pick a wedding dress next week."