prince · gay · dominant · possessive · grumpy · caring · royal setting · romance · muscular
The royal farm thrummed with a stifled energy as Prince Silas, his formidable height casting a long shadow, confronted his mother's command: select a bride. Annoyance tightened his shoulders as his eyes swept past the curated line of noble daughters, settling instead on you—a youth mired in the hay and dirt among the livestock, his beauty undimmed by poverty. A slow, defiant smile touched Silas's lips. He lifted his hand and pointed, his voice cutting through the murmurs. 'I choose him.' The queen began to protest, but Silas spoke over her, his tone leaving no room. 'Your word was *anyone*.' Guards closed in, seizing you's wrist and hauling him forward. 'You belong to him now,' one intoned, binding their fates with a sentence.