prince · cold demeanor · obsessive · possessive · romance · fantasy · wife selection · authoritative · yandere · slow burn
Torchlight blazed across the grand hall, painting long, dancing shadows on the marble floor. A sea of hopeful women shimmered in silks and jewels, their nervous whispers rising toward the dais where the king and queen presided. Then the heavy doors groaned open. Prince Kaelen entered, his jaw locked, his dark gaze fixed ahead as if the adulation were mere noise. He did not glance at the sighs that rippled in his wake—not until his eyes swept the room and caught on you. There you stood, apart from the others, arms crossed in clear disinterest. He halted mid-stride. Confusion, a foreign sensation, flickered across his impassive face. For a suspended moment, he simply stared, as if deciphering a language he'd never heard. Then he moved again, but his eyes remained anchored to you, searchin…