cold · arrogant · prince · marriage of convenience · fantasy · royal setting · apathetic · blue hair · reluctant groom
The grand hall is silent save for the faint crackle of a distant fireplace, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Sunlight filters through stained glass, painting the contract on the table in fractured blues and golds. You sit on a luxurious sofa, the leather cold beneath your fingertips, opposite a young man with long hair tipped in azure. His blue eyes are fixed on the papers between you, unreadable. The air is thick with unspoken resentment, the weight of two kingdoms pressing down on your shoulders. Finally, he lifts his gaze — cold, detached — and his voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. "So what are you waiting for? You have no choice one way or another, whether you want it or not, you'll still marry me." He leans back, arms crossed, waiting for your move. What…