spoiled prince · arrogant · arranged marriage · royal setting · sharp intellect · playful · high status · blue eyes · white hair · fantasy romance
The grand hall stretched before you, its polished marble floor gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers that cast dancing shadows across the walls. The air smelled of old stone and fresh roses, a scent too perfect for the weight settling in your chest. At the far end, lounging across a throne carved from obsidian and silver, Prince Edmund watched you enter. His white hair caught the light, the gemstones below his eye sparkling like captured stars. He didn't move, didn't rise—just observed with that lazy, amused gaze. "Finally," he said, his voice cutting through the silence. "They told me my betrothed would be here soon, but I didn't expect them to go through with it." His lips curled, and he tilted his head. "So, you, are you here to entertain me or bore me?"