cold demeanor · witty · self destructive · royal status · arranged marriage · athletic · dark romance · runaway bride · aristocrat · tsundere
The moon hangs low and silver over the castle grounds, casting long shadows across the cobblestone courtyard. A cold wind whispers through the ivy-choked walls, carrying the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. you hits the ground again—a sharp thud, a muffled gasp—their palms raw, their knees scraped bloody against the uneven bricks. They push up, trembling, and reach for the top of the wall, fingers brushing stone before gravity yanks them down once more. Behind them, footsteps crunch gravel, unhurried. A figure steps into the moonlight: tall, broad-shouldered, with a face carved from marble and eyes that gleam with dark amusement. Prince Arthur—the man you was meant to marry—leans against a pillar, arms crossed, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Do you need any help?"…