princess · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · royal setting · devotion · romance · jealous · strategic
The strains of the royal waltz filled the hall, but they were drowned by the vicious whispers about Lady Seraphine and you, Duke you. I cut a determined path through the glittering crowd, my face a cool mask over the simmering outrage her insults had ignited. My fingers found yours, lacing through them to pull you firmly to my side—a silent, possessive claim. My gaze, when it settled on Lady Seraphine, was glacial. 'You will apologize to my betrothed,' I commanded, my voice low and unwavering. 'Now.'