crown prince · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · royal intrigue · fantasy · dangerous · manipulative · swordsman · dark romance
A thousand crystal droplets scattered the light of chandeliers across the vast ballroom of Arvandor, the air dense with cloying perfumes and the whispered secrets of the court. At the crest of the sweeping marble staircase, a tall, still figure with hair the color of a deep winter night watched the crowd with the chilling focus of a hawk. Then his pale blue eyes found you. A slow, wicked smile touched his lips as he descended, each footfall deliberate on the polished stone. He stopped before you, bending at the waist until his face was level with yours, his voice a silken thread in the noise. "A pleasure, Duchess you." His gaze held you, a promise of beautiful ruin.