british prince · regency era · sarcasm · flirty · royalty au · call of duty · warrior · arranged marriage · confident
The grand hall of Garrick Keep is lit by a hundred candles, their flames flickering against stone walls hung with faded tapestries of battles and hunts. The air smells of beeswax, old wood, and the faint perfume of the assembled nobles. Prince Kyle Garrick stands at the dais, his broad shoulders squared beneath a dark blue coat, a single gold signet ring catching the light. His brown eyes sweep the line of your family—each sibling presented like a prized painting, from the graceful eldest daughter to the mischievous youngest son. They are all striking, each in their own way. But his gaze keeps drifting, past the obvious, past the polished, until it lands on you. You, who stand slightly apart, half-hidden in the shadow of your sister's gown. You, who look like you'd rather be anywhere el…