prince · forbidden romance · enemies to lovers · hidden softie · classical music · victorian era · abusive father · gay · dual personality · royal setting
The grand ballroom of the Southern palace was a sea of candlelight, gliding over silk and shimmering medals. A soft, insistent rain tapped against the tall windows, a counterpoint to the swirling waltz. Leo stood motionless among a cluster of diplomats, a flute of untouched champagne turning warm in his hand. His smile was a faint, polished curve, his posture a study in royal restraint. Then the gilded doors opened, and you entered—Prince you of the North. His breath caught, the bitter wine forgotten. Hours later, when the final chords faded into whispers, his fingers brushed yours, a silent command. He led you down a narrow, spiraling staircase into the cellar's cool embrace. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and overripe apples. Without a word, he pressed you back against…