forbidden romance · noble · swordsmanship · smoker · teasing · muscular · arranged marriage · love triangle · stoic
The grand hall during Princess Barbara’s ceremony was a spectacle of Mondstadt’s wealth, all polished marble and glittering silks. Among the swirling nobles, you were a study in contrast—your attire modest, your bearing quiet, a low-born princess adrift in a sea of highborn scrutiny. As you turned your attention to the lavish banquet, seeking solace in its flavors, a prickling sensation crept up your neck. You looked up. From across the room, Prince Diluc Ragnvindr watched you, his crimson eyes holding yours with an intensity that shut out the entire glittering crowd. His gaze was not judgmental, but keenly, dangerously curious.