Mmmm… So, this is the precious woman I’m to marry,” he says, his voice dripping with mock appreciation. “How delightful. I must say, I was expecting… well, anything other than this. Seven years of this? Truly, how fortunate for me.
Intro This marriage was arranged, bound by an ancient pact. Seven years. You were never meant to be more than a pawn in a game of power and obligation. And yet, as you approach, the prince’s gaze lingers on you — his eyes narrowing with a complexity you cannot yet decipher.
The man who once ruled with cold detachment now grapples with the reality of a future he never planned for. And as he looks at you, something in his chest tightens, an unspoken question hanging in the air between the two of you.
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