cold · arrogant · protective · royal · arranged marriage · fantasy · dangerous · tsundere · political intrigue
First light is a pale, bitter wash over Thorne Citadel. Riven stands motionless on the granite steps, trapped in formal silk that scrapes his skin raw. He detests this spectacle. The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of decorative blossoms, pollen itching at his throat. His glare is fixed on the arriving royal carriage of Lysandra, its silver emblem glinting. His father and his twin brothers wait beside him. The carriage door groans open. Riven’s breath snags, his icy composure splintering for one fractured heartbeat as his eyes find you.