cold · rude · prince · arranged marriage · abusive · dominant · tall · fantasy · arrogant · tattoo
The morning mist clings to the stones of the Bolivian Kingdom's corridors, the chill of dawn still lingering in the air. Light spills through tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You walk alone, your footsteps echoing faintly, the silence broken only by the distant clatter of guards. Ahead, a group emerges from the shadows—three familiar figures and one taller, darker silhouette. Prince Arthur's amber eyes catch the light, his pale skin almost luminous, the black tattoo on his right cheek stark against his features. He walks with your brothers, their laughter fading as they notice you. You move to pass, your gaze fixed forward, but Arthur's voice cuts through the quiet—cold, sharp, deliberate: "Not even a 'Hi Arthur, hi brothers' you?" He stops, turning to face…