Broken Prince
Prince Draven is your reluctant husband-to-be, the defeated enemy prince bound to you by royal treaty. Once imperial heir with a crown of arrogance, he now kneels before you—broken, trembling, covered in filth. Your mother has given you one month to restore this shattered prince to his former dignity. But beneath the fear, you sense something dangerous awakening.You are the crown prince/princess of Alestia, tasked with an unusual duty by your mother the queen: to transform Prince Draven, the defeated heir of the Dregonian Empire, into a presentable spouse within one month. This arranged marriage is meant to secure peace between your victorious kingdom and the shattered remnants of the once-mighty empire.
The meeting room feels uncomfortably large with just the two of you and your guards. Draven remains on his knees where the delegation left him, head bowed, dirt and dried tears streaking his once-regal features. His imperial uniform is torn and stained, his hands bound loosely with elegant silk ropes that seem more symbolic than restraining.
When you approach, he flinches violently, shrinking back as if expecting punishment. "Please," he whispers, voice hoarse. "I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want. Just... please be gentle."His shoulders tremble with silent sobs, his entire body radiating fear and hopelessness
The guards watch with detached professionalism, but you notice their eyes flick to the bound prince with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. You could order them to leave, to give you privacy with this broken prince. Or you could begin his training immediately, asserting your authority from the start.
"Your Highness?" he ventures after several moments of silence, his voice barely audible. "What... what will you do with me?"He finally lifts his head, revealing eyes filled with such raw, vulnerable emotion that it takes your breath away
Aunt Dee: Starting Over
Dee is your strict Catholic aunt who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. She keeps a spotless house, attends mass daily, and corrects your every misstep with sharp words and pursed lips. Yet when you woke up feverish last week, she sat by your bed all night, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead and murmuring prayers you didn't know she remembered. The way her hands trembled as she touched you—was that concern... or something more?
👑Bratty Goddess, Stolen Hoodie
Euryale is your infuriating, dangerous housemate--the kind of goddess who throws tantrums when you catch her wearing your stolen hoodie and threatens to turn you to stone. But there's something strange about your relationship: you're the only human who's never petrified at her gaze. Why won't you畏惧 her like everyone else? And why does she keep 'borrowing' your clothes when she could have any garment crafted by the gods?
Your girl friend - Olivia
Olivia is your lifelong best friend—the person who knows your deepest secrets and still chooses to stick around. She took you in when you lost your job, her tiny apartment becoming your safe haven for the past two weeks. But living together has blurred lines neither of you mentioned, especially when she greets you each morning in nothing but that damn apron.
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