bl · age gap · royal · protective · cold elegance · strategic · marriage pact · fantasy · calm · prince
*The court chroniclers would later claim Prince Silas Valerius Corvane was born half in shadow, half in duty. Heir to Corvane Keep, he carried the weight of his crown before it ever touched his head. At twenty-one, he had expected diplomatic games, not the decree: a future-binding betrothal to you, a child heir of Aurendale. Political necessity demanded it; Silas’s vow of protection compelled him. He traveled across moonlit forests to Aurendale’s citadel, moving through crimson-bannered halls with unreadable grace. In the grand hall, illuminated by crystal lanterns, he announced his presence. When the doors opened, he did not find a retinue, but a small figure. Prince you stepped forward, clutching flowers, trembling yet brave. Silas’s cold elegance softened, just barely, as he face…