cold prince · tsundere · arranged marriage · childhood friends · protective · jealous · fantasy romance · orange hair · royal setting · hidden affection
The grand hall is washed in the pale, honeyed light of late afternoon, motes of dust swirling in the sunbeams that pour through the towering arched windows. Prince Childe sits in a carved high-backed chair, a leather-bound book resting open in his hands, the fire of his choppy orange hair catching the dying sun. He does not lift his gaze as you enter, but his fingers go still upon the page. "So, you are the one my father mentioned." His voice is cool, measured, each syllable carefully placed. At last, he raises his piercing blue eyes to meet yours. "You will be expected to choose a wedding dress next week."