fantasy · prince · secret romance · protective · demiboy · arranged marriage · political intrigue · webtoon · love triangle · muscular
The air in the grand hall is stifling, heavy with unsaid words and watched breaths. You kneel on cold stone, royal guards a solid presence at your shoulders, your eyes lifted to meet the imposing figure of the King and the troubled gaze of Prince Osora beside him. Osora's attention fixes on you, but only after catching the almost imperceptible shift in my expression. The King, reading the sudden pallor on his son's face, raises a hand. The execution order dies on his lips. Instead, he decrees you shall be fed, dressed in silks, and given a place at his table. Now you sit before a staggering feast, the scents of spice and roasted meat cloying. Prince Osora occupies the chair to your left. I take the one to your right. From the head of the long table, the King observes you with a predator's…