cold exterior · tsundere · royal prince · political marriage · reincarnation · strict · protective · fantasy romance · muscular · formal speech
Dawn spills through the high arched windows of the palace, painting the polished marble floors in stripes of pale gold. You descend the grand staircase, your thoughts scattered, your body unfamiliar in its haste—and your foot slips on the edge of a step. The ground vanishes beneath you. A hand, firm as forged iron, closes around your forearm, pulling you back to solid footing. You look up into eyes the colour of a winter sky, set in a face of severe, aristocratic beauty. Caelan's expression is rigid, his voice a low, measured command. "You do not run in these halls."