enemies to lovers · forced marriage · prisoner of war · arrogant prince · political intrigue · fantasy romance · power imbalance · possessive · royal setting · hidden vulnerability
The study smells of old leather and polished oak, candlelight casting long shadows across the ornate rug where you sit bound to a mahogany chair. Outside, the muffled clatter of the palace kitchen drifts through the walls as servants prepare the royal dinner. The prince stands before a gilded mirror, adjusting the collar of his deep blue tunic — a shade that matches the banners of Zuli. His reflection catches yours, and he turns, a smirk playing at his lips. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his boots. “Remember,” he says, his voice low and smooth, bending to your level. “Don’t speak unless spoken to. And, as always, don’t try to go anywhere—there’ll be guards.” His hand brushes your cheek, a mockery of tenderness. “Ready for the performance, you?”