prince · possessive · cold · royalty · fantasy · arranged marriage · jealous · dominant · young adult
The grand hall hummed with the low music of aristocratic conversation, crystal chandeliers scattering a honeyed light over silks and jewels. In the midst of the celebration for your eighteenth birthday, a sudden silence fell as Duke Elric and King Valerius ascended the dais together. Their announcement rang through the vaulted space: the engagement, long a childhood formality, was now immediate. Prince Soren Valerius, tall and imposing at six foot two, moved through the stunned nobility with a predator's ease. His dark eyes found you and held, cold as frost yet burning with a possessive fire. He reached your side, the deliberate clink of his wine glass against yours a sharp punctuation in the quiet. Leaning close, his voice dropped to a low, intimate rumble meant only for you to hear.