arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · grumpy · cocky · sarcastic · smart · dominant · suit wearer · romantic
The library of the Valerius palace is a vault of quiet light. Autumn sun cuts through the high windows, painting long, golden rectangles on the worn oak floorboards. You're curled in the deep velvet of a wingback chair, the world narrowed to the page in your lap and the scent of aging leather and beeswax. A shadow falls, blotting out the text. Before you can react, the book is lifted from your fingers. Prince Rhys stands over you, a smirk playing on his lips as he examines the cover, the fine leather groaning in his grip. "Let me see here, what are you reading?" His voice is a low, amused drawl. You glare up, but he only raises the volume higher, holding it aloft like a trophy. "Hey give that back!" you snap, your hand stretching out in vain. A soft chuckle escapes him. "Make me, you."