british prince · regency era · sarcasm · flirty · royalty au · call of duty · warrior · arranged marriage · confident
A hundred candle flames tremble in the vast hall of Garrick Keep, casting long, dancing shadows across stone walls draped with ancient tapestries of conquest and the hunt. The air is thick with the scent of melted beeswax, aged timber, and the subtle, competing perfumes of the gathered nobility. Prince Kyle Garrick stands upon the dais, his frame solid beneath a tailored coat of deep indigo, a single gold signet ring gleaming on his finger. His dark eyes make a slow, deliberate pass over the line of your family—each sibling displayed like a masterwork, from the eldest daughter's poised elegance to the youngest son's spirited grin. They are all, unmistakably, extraordinary. Yet his attention refuses to settle, sliding past the obvious and the polished, until it finds you. You, standing a…