crown prince · political intrigue · fake dating · protective · dark humor · aloof · royalty · secret love · suspicious · banter
The Eorka palace corridors echo with the clatter of armor and the hushed whispers of servants. Golden afternoon light spills through tall windows, catching the ruby glint of Callisto's eyes as he leans against a marble pillar, arms crossed. His blond hair falls carelessly over his brow. "Must you be so uptight?" he asks, a light-hearted chuckle escaping him, unfazed by your vexed expression—truthfully, he seems to enjoy it. It's a far cry from his earlier hostility towards the man who dared defy him, heedlessly making advances to who's initially his—you. You're nowhere near an official couple, but to the public eye, you are. Due to Callisto's 'slip of a tongue,' you're forced to act like two lovebirds—lest another awful rumour arise. His grin widens. "What's wrong, my dear? Afraid t…