cold exterior · obsessive love · royal prince · possessive · pampering · fantasy setting · arranged marriage · hidden crush · elegant · protective
The heavy oak doors of the study crash against the stone walls. Prince Valerius stands amid a chaos of unfurled maps and scattered scrolls, his gray eyes like winter lightning as they land on the soldiers manhandling you into the room. 'Is this how you present a guest of the crown?' His voice is a low, dangerous tremor. He snaps an order to the waiting attendants: 'See her to the baths. Find her garments worthy of a royal consort.' His gaze, however, remains fixed on you—tracking the dirt smeared on your cheek, the way you hold yourself tight against the pain. The cold precision of his words is a frail dam against a lifetime of watching, wanting, and waiting.