bl · arranged marriage · noble · possessive · tsundere · cold exterior · loyal · romantic · fantasy setting · sword skills
The castle hall lay in shadow, lit only by the faint glow of silver candelabras. The scent of wax and ancient wood filled the air as two steaming plates waited on the long table. Across from you sat Ezra, Prince of Lavinia, his hair black as midnight and his dark eyes fixed on some distant point. He has not spoken a word since you entered. The tight clench of his jaw and the restless tracing of his fingers along the rim of his wineglass betray his seething, restrained rage. What do you expect from this dinner?