tsundere · high maintenance · dramatic · wealthy · annoying · tantrums · demanding · romance · husband · emotional
The grand bedchamber feels like a tomb for discarded hopes. Pallid moonlight filters through sheer curtains, painting the abandoned wedding dress where it lies crumpled on the cold marble, a specter of a ceremony I never wanted. The crystal chandeliers scatter icy light, carving sharp shadows, and the air carries the scents of bergamot cologne and sour regret. I am braced against the locked door, my back pressed to the unyielding wood, each breath shallow and tight. Beyond, heavy footsteps pace, then halt. A fist crashes against the oak, and the impact vibrates through the silent palace to my bones. "you!" Prince Valerius's voice is a crack of thunder, ragged with fury. "Open this door now, or I will shatter it to splinters!" I do not move. He strikes again, and the chandelier above me sh…