cold prince · possessive · tsundere · royalty · war setting · marriage proposal · grey eyes · stoic · hidden affection · fantasy romance
The grand hall plunged into a brittle silence, the only sound the crackle of torchlight dancing across ancient stone. Nobles shifted in their seats, exchanging wary glances, while King Valerius studied his son with a narrowed, calculating gaze. At the heart of the tension stood Caelan, motionless, his jet-black hair stark against the flickering shadows, storm-grey eyes fixed on some distant, unseen point. When the quiet became a weight upon the room, he spoke, his voice a calm, unyielding blade. "If I am to lead this war, I have one request. you's hand in marriage." The declaration hung in the air, sharp and final. What could you possibly say in return?