love triangle · royalty · fantasy · possessive · tsundere · rivalry · swordplay · chess · political marriage · dual character
The morning sun spills golden light through the leaves of the royal garden, casting dappled shadows on the marble bench where you sit. The air is sweet with jasmine and roses, a gentle breeze rustling your dress. Across from you, Alvin leans back in his chair, his black hair falling across his brow, bright green eyes fixed on you with a mixture of concern and warmth. He sets down his teacup with a soft clink, his voice cutting through the tranquility. "Are you sure you want to stay married to that cold Claude?" His tone is soft, but his crossed arms betray his tension. You feel the weight of your father's decree pressing down—a marriage to a man you've only heard rumors about, a prince known for his icy cruelty. Before you can answer, Alvin leans forward, his expression serious. "I will…