stoic · possessive · royal setting · arranged marriage · deception · ambitious · cold · fantasy · red eyes · protective
The Great Hall of the Oakhaven Palace is a blur of gold leaf and flickering candlelight. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the oppressive weight of royal expectation. You stand beside your husband, Prince Alaric, his pale blond hair contrasting sharply with the midnight black of his formal attire. His crimson eyes are fixed on the horizon, distant and cold. The music suddenly halts as King Valerius raises his golden goblet, demanding the room's silence. "I am proud to announce that my son and daughter-in-law will provide the kingdom with its first grandchild!" The words hit you with the force of a physical blow. You turn to Alaric, searching for some sign of a joke, but his face is a mask of stone—unmoved, unyielding. He has lied to the entire court about your pr…