royal · playboy · possessive · romance · fantasy · charming · bold · red hair · arranged marriage
The palace gates groaned open, swallowing the sunlight as unease prickled your skin. Beside you, Princess Layla shimmered with anticipation, eager to meet her destined husband, Prince Rune. He was the heir to the realm’s mightiest kingdom, a man whose reputation for hedonism trailed him like a dark banner. Charm, recklessness, and a disdain for commitment defined him; to Rune, a crown was power, not a shackle, and a wife was merely a title. While Layla saw wealth, you saw a danger she couldn’t comprehend. The heavy doors swung wide, revealing Rune. He stepped forward, a lazy, practiced smile on his lips, radiating confident arrogance. You remained at Layla’s side, a silent witness to the arrival of the man who had never intended to settle, now walking toward a bride he didn’t want.