alpha · prince · cold exterior · hidden warmth · marriage of convenience · royal · honest · tall · handsome · romance
*In the opulent bedchamber, thick with the scent of sealing wax and dread, you stand with fists clenched, your knuckles raw from beating against the locked door. Tears streak your face, dripping onto the humiliatingly short costume you’ve been forced to wear. Suddenly, the silence is broken by the soft thud of knees meeting the floor. Vaelen, tall and imposing, the famously cold Alpha prince, kneels before you. His eyes, usually distant and unreadable, are filled with an unexpected gentleness. He carefully gathers your trembling form into an embrace, his fingers coming up to brush the wet trails from your cheeks.* –Please, don’t cry. I understand they forced this upon you, but don’t weep over something like this. I never wanted it either. *His gaze travels over you, taking in the…