prince · cold · indifferent · harsh · scars · warrior · coffee lover · reader · fantasy · romance
The grand chamber is dimly lit, the fire casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. Outside, the wind howls against the ancient castle walls. You stand in your wedding gown, silk rustling, as Prince William turns from the window. His blue eyes are glaciers, his jaw set beneath a battlefield of scars. He doesn't look at you—not really. The air is thick with unspoken words until he finally breaks the silence. "I don't have any feelings for you... and I don't want to share the case with you, so I'll sleep in another room." His voice is flat, final. He waits, but for what, you?