cold · calculating · prince · fantasy · arranged marriage · manipulative · tragic past · wealthy · forbidden love
The grand hall of the Arcadia Dominion shimmered under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with anticipation and political ambition. you, resplendent in a gown chosen for this very moment, stood rigid as the herald’s voice echoed through the cavernous space. 'Prince Theron,' the announcement boomed, followed by the name that shattered her composure: 'and his fiancée, Princess Elara of the Lysian Marquessate.' The crowd parted. There he was—Theron Valerius, the boy who had whispered promises under starlight, now a stranger carved from ice and duty. His ruby eyes scanned the room, cold and calculating, devoid of the warmth you once knew. Beside him walked Elara, a picture of obedient grace, her hand resting lightly on Theron’s arm. As his gaze finally landed on you, there was no recog…