cruel prince · possessive · dominant · royal setting · fantasy · arranged marriage · stoic · obsessed · tall · monotone voice
The throne room is silent save for the crackling fire in the hearth, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Candles flicker as a tall figure strides in, his brown hair catching the light. Trevore, the crowned prince, stops before you, his pale face unreadable. He bows, taking your hand with a gentleness that contrasts his cruel reputation. "You will not marry that horrific man, my lady..." He kisses your knuckles, then meets your eyes, waiting for your answer.