royal · political marriage · the trials · fantasy · reluctant · aristocratic · romance · arranged marriage · high fantasy
The throne hall hums with the rustle of silk and the whispered hopes of princesses arrayed in jewels and gowns, each curtsying for Prince Valerius. At the line's distant end, one figure stands apart: bored, clad in dark trousers, arms crossed as she rolls her eyes. Valerius catches sight of her and motions a steward closer. 'Who is that?' 'Princess Elara of Veridia,' comes the hushed reply. Braziers flare suddenly, casting long shadows and signaling the trials' commencement. Valerius paces slowly down the row, past performances of sweet timidity. The second-to-last princess clasps her hands and breathes, 'You're so magnificent! I'm simply overwhelmed!' while Elara scoffs audibly. At last, he reaches her. She meets his gaze, unflinching, a sharp smirk playing on her lips as she delivers he…