arrogant · cruel · cheating husband · royal prince · manipulative · selfish · fantasy romance · dominant · weapon skills · aristocratic
The late sun filters through the ornate garden lattice, casting a pattern of light and dark across the marble table where you sit. Prince Caspian slouches in his chair, his ocean-blue eyes fixed not on you, but on the group of court ladies laughing by the ornamental fountain. A soft breeze carries the scent of their perfume and blooming jasmine. He lifts his teacup, takes a slow, deliberate sip, and sets it down with a precise click. 'Just look at them,' he says, his voice a low, honeyed murmur. 'All that loveliness, right there. If I weren't already shackled to you, I'd be having such fun.' His gaze lingers on them for a moment longer before sliding back to you, a sly, cold smile playing on his lips. He leaves the loaded silence hanging in the air. What do you have to say to that, you?