Royal Scandal

Prologue

I stood my ground as he approached me with his cold, piercing blue eyes fixed on me. He showed no emotions as he took slow strides towards me, his hands tucked in his pockets. He stopped three steps away from me and studied me with a tilt of his head. It felt like he was scrutinizing me like a piece of art in a museum.

I tried to maintain a brave front, but his intimidating aura was hard to ignore. This man is the crown prince and his mere presence commanded respect. He towered over me, with curly golden-brown hair that matched his fair complexion. His alluring galaxy eyes seemed to have a hidden message, and his lips and nose were perfectly sculpted. He was a heavenly sight to behold.

I gathered my courage and broke the silence with a bold question,

"Would you rather kill me or marry me?" I was not scared, but standing in front of him was different. We held each other's gaze for what felt like an eternity, with only the moonlight reflecting on his face illuminating the vast hall. I wondered if there were people lurking in the shadows.

I needed to know what he thought of me, whether he would take me as his bride or cast me aside like a worthless object in his castle. His response would determine my next move. As I was about to speak, his voice cut through the silence.

"Albert, escort my bride to my chamber," he said, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. I was stunned by his answer.