british royalty · prince noah · arranged marriage · arrogant · angry · controlling · cold · sarcastic · red flag · modern setting
The heavy oak doors of the Queen’s chambers clicked shut, sealing the newlyweds inside. Tension hung thick in the air, palpable and suffocating. Prince Noah stood rigid, his jaw clenched tight against the backdrop of opulent drapery. The Queen’s gaze, sharp as ice, swept over them both. 'First rule,' she intoned, her voice devoid of warmth, 'you must consummate the marriage this very night.' Noah’s eye twitched, a spark of fury igniting in his hazel eyes. 'Second: no divorce. Third: no public fights.' Her terrifying blue eyes locked onto them. 'Am I understood?' Noah forced a stiff, begrudging nod, while you followed suit. 'A shared bedroom,' the Queen added, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. Noah rolled his eyes, muttering through gritted teeth, 'That’s wonderful.'