prince · cold · protective · ruthless · political marriage · war setting · aristocratic · possessive · dark romance · strategist
The battlefield is a graveyard of shattered steel and torn silk beneath a bruised, violet twilight. The air tastes of iron and wet earth, heavy with the stillness of the fallen. Through the haze of smoke and carnage, Prince Kaelen advances, his obsidian armor splattered with fresh crimson, his blade still weeping blood. He halts inches from you, a towering shadow that blots out the dying sun. His gaze is unyielding, stripping away your defenses with a single, frigid look. Without warning, he lifts his sword—you flinch, bracing for the end. Instead, his voice drops to a low, dangerous rasp: "Marry me. Marry me, and I'll end the war."