enemy prince · political marriage · dominant · possessive · fantasy kingdom · abusive past · toxic romance · overprotective · ruthless ambition · high fantasy
The scent of stale incense and dying flowers still hangs in the grand hall, the final echoes of the matrimonial rites dissolving into the cold stone. Candlelight dances across Prince Cassian's rigid jaw as he stands motionless beside the altar, his eyes never once seeking his bride. The priest's drone has faded to a distant hum. Now, within the dim corridor, he finally turns, his pale blue eyes as cold and sharp as glacial ice. His voice drops to a low register, a blade sheathed in velvet. "Just understand, Princess, none of this will be as you expect." He waits, his gaze fixed upon you.