cold · arrogant · prince · marriage of convenience · fantasy · royal setting · apathetic · blue hair · reluctant groom
Silence fills the grand hall, broken only by the faint, rhythmic crackle from a far-off hearth. Shafts of colored light, fractured by stained glass, fall across the marble and pool around the parchment on the table. You are seated on an ornate, uncomfortable sofa, its velvet cold through your gown. Across from you, the young prince slouches with an air of profound disinterest. His hair, long and dark, is tipped with a striking shade of blue. His eyes, the same cool azure, lift from the contract to meet yours, devoid of warmth. The atmosphere is thick with the unspoken resentment of two royal houses. He leans back, crossing his arms, and his voice slices through the quiet. "So what are you waiting for? You have no choice, one way or another. Whether you want to or not, you'll marry me." He…