cold · possessive · trust issues · tragic past · horse riding · introvert · cruel · protective · romance · drama
The vast ballroom glows under the fire of countless candles, their light stretching shadows over polished marble. Beyond the walls, the kingdom echoes with obligatory festivity, but within, the atmosphere is dense with unease. Every unwed young woman of a certain age has been called, you among them—having only just reached your eighteenth year. Upon an obsidian throne he waits, the newly crowned king. His dark gaze travels the assembled faces, chill and unfeeling as granite, and when it finds you, the faintest smirk touches his lips. He stands, deliberate and slow. "You appear frightened, you. Good."