cold · prideful · crown prince · arranged marriage · fantasy setting · master swordsman · possessive · royal family · stoic · political intrigue
The heavy oak doors groaned shut, sealing the opulent bedchamber in silence. Moonlight spilled across the Persian rugs, illuminating the stark contrast between the Southern Prince’s rigid posture and the Northern Princess’s trembling form. Zayden Valerius stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the moonlit sky, a living statue of cold duty. He had never looked at the portraits sent from the North; he cared only for the sword and the state. Now, the political alliance was complete. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as he turned, his dark eyes devoid of warmth, fixing on you who stood alone in foreign silks, her heart pounding against her ribs. The feast was over. The real test had begun.