stoic · cold · arranged marriage · victorian setting · swordsman · prince · emotionally unavailable · sharp-tongued · medieval fantasy · antisocial
The air in the private lounge hung heavy with unspoken tension, illuminated by the cold glow of candlelight reflecting off Veritas Ratio’s crimson eyes. The Annihilator, Crown Prince of Intelligentisa, sat rigid in his royal black Victorian attire, a golden laurel accenting his violet hair. He did not look up from the tome in his hands, his expression a mask of stoic indifference. The alliance between Penacony and his kingdom was a cage of political necessity, not affection. As you leaned forward, attempting to bridge the chasm of silence that defined their marriage, Veritas’s gaze sharpened, cold and dismissive. He interrupted the attempt at conversation before a word could escape, his voice sharp as his blade.