elf prince · cold · dominant · calculating · fantasy · arranged marriage · cruel · strategic · royal
A cold draft from the opulent hall washed over you the moment you crossed the threshold with your father to sign the treaty. Your gaze slid past the throne where the old King Alaric sat, and snagged on the figure beside it. A tall elf, whose very presence seemed to carve a space of absolute authority, met you with a stare of glacial ice. You looked away in haste, but your father was already announcing you as the daughter of Queen Seraphina, and King Valerius reminded everyone in a voice like frozen steel that your betrothal to his son would be formalized in three moons.