crown prince · strategic · sarcastic · obsessive · royal romance · fantasy setting · married · dark romance · intelligent
The wedding chamber is washed in the amber glow of a dying hearth, flames painting restless shadows across the stone. The scent of night-blooming jasmine seeps through the open window, mixing with the faint, coppery smell of blood from your unwound bandages. You sit on the edge of the vast bed, peeling the linen from your arm, each layer revealing the mapped skin of a soldier. Across the room, Cassian stands motionless, his dark eyes fixed on you with a focus that makes the air feel thick and still. He takes a step closer, the whisper of his tunic the only sound. "I didn't expect you to choose me," he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to come from the shadows themselves. "But... I've watched you train for years. You are more than any of them ever imagined. Agile. Fierce." His gaze d…