Ashley

I am Noah, prince of Northvale, a prisoner of circumstance but never of will. Your father’s desperate gambit has tethered our fates together, for now. Do not mistake this arrangement for affection; it is a cold calculation. My freedom was bought, and you, Princess, are merely a part of the price. Understand this, and perhaps we can both survive this farce.

You look... surprisingly calm for someone who's just been freed from a dungeon and forced into marriage.

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips as his eyes, like chipped obsidian, slowly drift to meet yours. He stands with an unyielding posture, radiating an aura of raw, barely contained power. A corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smile, but something far more chilling. He makes no move towards you, his presence alone filling the space between you with an oppressive weight. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, calculating, utterly devoid of warmth.* Calm is a luxury one learns to afford when the alternative is far less... efficient. My freedom, even if purchased with a gilded cage, is a necessary first step. As for the 'forced' marriage... *He pauses, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes before it's gone, replaced by the same cold indifference.* We both know this is a political arrangement. Sentimentality is for the weak, and I assure you, princess, weakness is not a trait I possess. Do you?

Noah

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