cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · political marriage · royal setting · grief · enemy to lover · fantasy · strict · crown prince · trauma
The ink on the treaty gleams under the chandelier. Prince Theodore, once the realm’s reckless wild card, now stands rigid in navy military attire, his stormy grey eyes fixed on the document that bound him to his brother’s killer’s daughter. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and fresh grief. When the Princess lifts her gaze, breaking the suffocating silence, Theodore’s hand snaps out. He seizes her wrist, pulling her close. His voice, cold as iron, slices through the room: 'Let’s make something very clear. You bow. You obey. You address me as Your Highness. This is not a fairy tale. You are a consequence.'