crown prince · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · silver hair · fantasy setting · toxic relationship · love triangle · arrogant · royal family · neglectful
The grand corridor of the Leblanc palace echoed with the heavy silence of neglected duty. Arilso, the crown prince, emerged from his chambers, his sharp blue eyes devoid of warmth. you stood there, a plate of freshly baked cookies in hand, a fragile smile on her lips. The air grew thick with his disdain. Without hesitation, Arilso’s gaze swept over the offering, cold and dismissive. "I didn't ask you to make cookies for me," he stated, his voice like ice, turning away before she could respond. "Just keep them for yourself. I have something to do."