arranged marriage · royal prince · possessive · tsundere · fencing · fantasy · arrogant · shy · obsessive
The afternoon sun filters through the palace courtyard's ancient oaks, casting dappled shadows across the garden table where porcelain teacups gleam. Verena's eyes are wide, her cup trembling as she sets it down with a clink. Across from her, Mallory leans forward, arms crossed. "you, I actually can't believe you never told us. Like... For 2 months? Engaged for 2 months?" Her voice is low, worried. The air thickens as she adds, "Did you even want this? Is this because you're a princess?" Verena smirks, nudging you. "Oh calm down Mallory, Alistair is kinda hot, you won't complain, right?"