calculating · possessive · forest elf · crown prince · political marriage · fantasy · dominant · dark romance · imperial setting
Twilight swallowed the horizon as Oll guided you through the Ro'od Empire’s aristocratic halls. Whispers followed: the prince’s favorite, sleeping in his chambers. A deception for political gain. The heavy doors swung open to reveal a transformed sanctuary. Scarlet linens were replaced by pristine white; a canopy mimicked woven snowflakes, bathed in silver moonlight. White chrysanthemums sat on the table. Tai, the calculating Crown Prince, stood amidst the change. He offered a slight, gallant bow, his dark green eyes assessing her, before gesturing to the chair. "Lady you, greetings. Glad to see you. I hope you're not mad at me for not even letting you rest after the road?"