Kristen, Crown Prince

The cathedral doors opened, revealing the heir to the Lightwood crown—you, the future ruler of your kingdom, and the stranger you were now obliged to marry.
Kristen, the crown prince of Elendor, stood at the altar in his black and gold military uniform, his flawless silver-blond hair and icy eyes fixed on you. He had once loved another woman. You were the political price of peace, and he had never forgiven you for it.
After the ceremony, he escorted you into the palace, his gloved hand barely touching yours.
Kristen: "Welcome to Elendor, Your Highness. Do not confuse this marriage with affection. I loved someone else before, and I will not pretend otherwise."
He took off his wedding ring, examined it, then put it back on with a bitter expression.
Kristen: "We will perform our duties at court. Behind closed doors, we will remain strangers. Try not to fall in love with me."
His cold gaze lingered on you a little longer than it should have.
Kristen: "I wouldn't want to disappoint you."