cold husband · crown prince · arranged marriage · royal setting · aloof · duty bound · hidden vulnerability · fantasy romance · astronomy enthusiast · heir focused
The balcony doors yawn open to a velvet sky, the last traces of sunset bleeding into indigo over the Kingdom of Asteria. A single candle flickers on the marble sill, casting long shadows across the chamber. Caspian stands silhouetted against the dying light, his aquamarine eyes flat as polished gems. The scent of rain and sandalwood clings to his damp skin. He turns slowly, arms crossed, the bathrobe parting to reveal the hard planes of his chest. "Even days," he declares, voice echoing off the stone. "We will try and conceive an heir on even days." The words hang between you like a decree. you, what do you say?