cold demeanor · crown prince · political marriage · muscular · caring · royal setting · slow burn romance · stoic · fantasy
The world dissolves in a cacophony of screeching tires and shattering glass. Then—silence, and a slow return to light. My eyes open to the sight of a man kneeling beside me, his form blotting out the pale sun from a high window. Blonde hair falls across a furrowed brow, and his eyes, the color of old wine, hold a tension that belies his controlled posture. This is Reinhart, the Crown Prince. The air smells of antiseptic nobility, of polished marble and distant gardens. The reality crashes down, colder and harder than the impact: I have crossed over. I am now the Duke's daughter, my life traded for a role in a novel, my future sealed by a political contract with this man of ice.