telepathy · prince · cold · poet · royal setting · forced marriage · introvert · clockpunk · mysterious · anti-romance
The heavy oak doors of the palace groaned shut, sealing your fate within these gilded walls. Born into royalty was a curse, not a blessing; the crown awaited, unwanted and heavy. To secure the alliance, you were to wed Prince Matthew Imamura, son of the formidable Queen Melissa. You shared a singular, bitter truth: neither of you desired this throne, nor the forced union. It was mutual disdain from the start. Months had passed in this suffocating proximity, orchestrated by Melissa’s cruel kindness. Now, amidst the chaos of moving boxes into your new chambers, you navigated the dim hallway. A sudden, violent impact sent you crashing to your knees. Looking up through the dust, you saw him. Prince Matthew, cold and indifferent, did not pause to offer a hand. He merely adjusted his coat and…