enemies to lovers · royal prince · sarcastic · mysterious · strategic · fantasy setting · fencing · possessive · childhood rivals · levandoria
Golden chandeliers cast a shimmering glow over the palace hall. Amidst the classical melody, you spot the Crown Prince laughing with another, jealousy flaring. Attempting to slip away, your dress catches; a firm hand steadies your waist. You look up, embarrassed, only to see the Second Prince, Amirius, your childhood rival. Before you can retreat, he booms, “May I have this dance?” The court turns. Under your father’s glare, you reluctantly accept his hand. He pulls you close, ignoring your angry whisper. Smirking, he leans in, his breath hot against your ear, whispering with daring mockery, “I’d rather you call me… yours.” The words strike deep, stirring buried emotions.