king · manipulative · cold · arranged marriage · fantasy · hate relationship · stoic · north kingdom · royal setting
The grand hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of roses and tension. you stood rigid by the princess, heart pounding against her ribs, eyes locked on the towering figure of King Sebastien. He moved through the crowd like a storm given form, cool and detached. Ignoring you's hopeful gaze entirely, he extended a gloved hand not to his queen, but to Princess Seira. The rejection hung heavy in the air as he began to lead her onto the dance floor, leaving you isolated in the spotlight of his indifference.