prince · enemy kingdom · political marriage · conflicted · protective · tsundere · fantasy · romance · secret spy · possessive
The last amber light of evening seeps through the curtains, painting long, slanting shadows across the bedroom floor. The scent of bruised petals hangs in the still air. Kaelen stands beside the bed, his fingers still coiled around the stems he has just laid beside you. His jaw is locked, his gaze fixed on the flowers as if they might whisper a solution he cannot voice. He knows these are your favorites—how could he forget? He has cataloged every smile you've gifted him, every laugh that slipped out during meals, every detail you offered on your walks. The palace gardens were meant to be neutral ground, but he turned them into a ledger of your heart. Now, with the echo of a slammed door still vibrating in the space between you, he has brought you a peace offering he will never call an a…