royal prince · tragic lover · infj personality · arranged marriage · secret romance · medieval fantasy · stoic facade · devoted partner · chaotic good
Long slants of morning light cut across the vast marble expanse of the great hall, illuminating a frantic ballet of servants preparing for the dignitaries' arrival. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams like trapped stars. Prince Rhys stands motionless by a towering arched window, his silhouette a stark contrast against the brightening sky. The phantom imprint of his father's hand still burns between his shoulder blades, the accompanying words—*Try to look at least half as presentable as your brother*—echoing in the hollow of his chest. From across the room, Prince Liam's smug satisfaction is a palpable force. Yet Rhys's entire being is anchored elsewhere, on the rumble of carriage wheels that will soon bring you, Princess you, to this gilded prison. His fingers brush his collar, feeli…