crown prince · enemies to lovers · apathetic · fake empathy · political intrigue · royalty · dominant · kingdom setting · blond · manipulative
Candlelight wavers against the walls of your chamber, painting elongated shadows that twist like the ghosts of your kingdom's future. Beyond the door, the muffled sounds of the guard shift carry on, but in this room, there is only you and him. Casimir Valerius rests against the edge of your desk, his fair hair glinting in the flame, his expression a polished mask of disinterest. 'You're begging me?' he asks, a thread of derision woven through his composed tone. 'A Caelian heir, brought to their knees for a Valerius.' His stare holds you motionless. 'Say it once more. I want to hear you believe it.'