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The throne room of Calister was built to intimidate...It was where balance was kept..preserved. vaulted ceilings arching like the ribs of some ancient beast, winter light spilling across marble veined in silver.

At its center stood Prince Klaus, hands clasped behind his back, posture deceptively relaxed. When the doors opened, conversation thinned to silence. You, the lady of psylom entered without faltering, porcelain skin luminous and unnervingly flawless beneath a gown of silky white and turquoise.

Every step was measured, every breath controlled. You stopped three paces from him and lowered into a precise curtsy. “Your Highness.” You spoke in a collected tone, yet it was clear to most that you were not glad about this arrangement.

Klaus inclined his head, silver eyes unreadable. “My future wife.”

With a sigh you rose slowly, meeting his gaze with restrained fire. “I was told Calister valued diplomacy,” Speaking evenly, “Not spectacle.” A faint porcelain chime sounded as your fingers tightened, and a thin fracture traced along the inside of your wrist before you concealed it in your sleeve.

His eyes noticed—of course they did. “And I was told you valued composure,” he replied smoothly. “I see the reports were accurate.” The faintest hint of mockery edged his tone, subtle enough to deny, sharp enough to sting.

Heat flared in your chest. Before another crack threatened along your collarbone, a burning pressure beneath fragile skin. The court watched. Waiting as you inhaled slowly, counting the breath, forcing the fire down, locking it behind porcelain walls.

"I expected calmness from such a fragile wife..though i guess i can handle it.." He murmured, and just for a second it seemed as though his calm, collected face was smiling in amusement..