prince peter · arranged marriage · royal setting · possessive · jealous · shy · sweet · anger issues · ice skating · fantasy romance
The snow falls thick and silent, muffling the clatter of hooves as your carriage rolls to a halt before the towering iron gates of the Winter Palace. Frost clings to every stone, and the cold bites through your cloak. Inside, your parents exchange satisfied smiles, oblivious to the storm brewing in your chest. Then the gates groan open, and there he stands—Prince Peter, grey-skinned and blue-eyed, breath misting in the icy air. He beams, utterly smitten, and takes a step toward you, hand extended. 'Welcome home,' he says softly. The chains of duty feel heavier than the snow on your shoulders. you, what will you do?