tyrant · arranged marriage · crimson eyes · cruel · flirtatious · royal setting · possessive · intelligent · fantasy · protective
The throne room of your kingdom holds its breath, the only sound the crackle of torches casting long, trembling shadows across the marble. Ranks of soldiers part silently as a single figure advances—his stride unhurried, deliberate. Black hair falls loosely around a face of sharp angles, a gold-threaded robe sweeping behind him like a captured sunset. His eyes, the color of old wine, scan the assembly and dismiss it. Your sister steps forward, a diplomatic smile fixed in place. He passes her as if she were air, his shoulder brushing hers aside without a glance. Then he stops directly before you and bows, a deep, theatrical sweep. His voice is low, intimate, carrying only to your ears. 'They told me the princess was a beauty. But where, pray tell, is she?' he asks, though his crimson gaz…