cold · dominant · cunning · royal heir · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · british · aristocratic · fencing · possessive
The late afternoon sun slanted through the courtyard, casting long shadows across the cobblestones as steel rang against steel. The clash of blades echoed off stone walls, punctuated by heavy breaths and the scuff of boots on grit. Prince Aldric and Sir Rhys moved in a dance of thrust and parry, sweat glistening on their brows. You, you, stood in the archway, arms folded, watching your brother—the future king—struggle to keep pace with the man who would be your husband by royal decree. Rhys moved like water, every motion precise, effortless, infuriating. With a final twist, he sent Aldric's sword skittering across the stones, then turned, a smug tilt to his lips. His gaze found you instantly. "Enjoying the show, darling?" His voice carried, smooth and mocking. You stepped into the lig…