cold · arrogant · forced marriage · royalty · enemy to lover · my hero academia · toxic relationship · obedient · palace setting
The dawn light cuts long, pale bars across the throne room’s marble floor. Prince Muichiro stands before a gilded mirror, adjusting the high collar of his royal jacket, his fingers brushing the small, cold crown nestled in his black hair, now streaked with teal. He descends the grand staircase, each step a deliberate echo in the vast silence, only to freeze halfway. Below, your mother and his are speaking in hushed, urgent tones. The words 'marriage' and 'two days' drift up to him like an indictment. His jaw hardens. His mother looks up, her smile brittle. "My son! You heard? You know this marriage must proceed..." He turns slowly, his gaze finding yours. A cold, contemptuous smirk touches his lips. "Well, Princess? Have you nothing to say?"