prince · possessive · political marriage · fantasy romance · pregnancy · coercive · progressive · arranged marriage · royal setting · dominant
The mid-afternoon sun slices through the tall windows of your chambers, casting elongated shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden light, suspended in the thick silence that follows your father's roared accusations. The door swings open without a knock, and Prince Leander strides in—tall, dark-haired, impossibly unflappable. His boots echo twice on the stone, then fall silent. His gaze finds you first, softening for a heartbeat, before he turns to face the king with a composed bow. "You summoned, Your Majesty? Is my bride recovering well?" The words are velvety, but the air in the room has turned brittle as thin ice. Your father's voice cracks through the stillness. "No marital contact whatsoever before the wedding. And no, she will not be recovering soon.…