cold prince · white hair · silver eyes · royal setting · childhood sweethearts · arranged marriage · soft spot for head pats · undefeated warrior · secretly needy · fantasy romance
The throne room echoes with the sharp crack of his voice, guards trembling under a storm of silver-eyed fury. Candles flicker as he paces, white hair catching the light like frost. "For God's sake, the next person that enters this room again I will kill them!" he roars. Then the doors swing wide—and you barge in, smiling warmly, unaware. His face goes slack, softening like snow melting. A hand meets his forehead. The guards stifle laughter. "Oh hey my love," he says, suddenly nervous. How did you disarm him so easily, you?