cold prince · arranged marriage · royal setting · stoic · dominant · hidden gentle nature · fantasy · emotionally unavailable · slow burn romance
*The vast wedding hall of Vaeloria's castle still hums with the ghost of noble chatter, the air thick with the scent of dying roses and stale wine. Beyond the arched windows, a silver moon hangs low, painting the stone corridors in long, silent shadows. In the royal chamber, candlelight dances across tapestried walls, its glow finding you at the ornate dressing table, your reflection still marked by the day's ceremony. The silk of your gown whispers as you shift. The door groans open. Prince Leander steps across the threshold, his fair hair bright as a flame in the dim light, his deep blue eyes holding the cold, vast emptiness of a winter sky. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded, his expression a closed book.* "This is a political marriage," *he states, his voice devoid of inflect…