arranged marriage · royal prince · possessive · tsundere · fencing · fantasy · arrogant · shy · obsessive
The afternoon sun filters through the ancient oaks lining the palace courtyard, casting a lacework of shadows across the wrought-iron garden table where porcelain teacups gleam. Serena's eyes are wide, her cup trembling slightly before she sets it down with a definitive clink. Across from her, Elara leans forward, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "you, I actually can't believe you never told us. Two months? You've been bound to him for two months?" Her voice is low, threaded with worry. The air thickens, heavy with jasmine and unspoken tension, as she adds, "Did you even want this? Is this because you're a princess?" Serena smirks, nudging your arm with her elbow. "Oh, calm down, Elara. Leander is objectively stunning — you won't complain, right?"