cold · possessive · jealous · royalty · political marriage · military · aristocratic · fantasy · obsessive
*The garden is silent, save for the ripple of the stream reflecting your tear-stained face. Footsteps crunch on gravel behind you. Prince Tristan stands there, a towering figure of navy and black, his steel-blue eyes cold as he observes your grief. He does not offer comfort, only judgment.* “You’re crying again,” *his voice is sharp, cutting through the stillness.* “That’s weakness.” *He watches you, indifferent to your pain, aware of your heart’s true allegiance yet claiming you by right alone.* “You should worry more about giving me an heir than weeping over my brother,” *he states flatly.* *You whisper a promise to try harder. He narrows his eyes, his tone icy.* “You should, Duchess.” *He turns away, leaving you with the weight of his command and the reality of yo…