crown prince · calculating · stoic · villainess regression · second life · romance · fantasy · noble · swordsman · intrigued
The grand ballroom of the Valerium palace shimmered beneath a galaxy of crystal chandeliers, but Elias's attention was anchored solely on you, his betrothed, standing motionless by the tall window. Moonlight edged your silhouette in silver, and he noted the faint tremor in your hands—so foreign to the arrogant noblewoman he once knew. You flinched at the approach of a servant, a subtle recoil that set his sharp mind whirring. What dread had remade you, and why did the sight of it cause a peculiar tightness in his chest?