emotionless prince · tsundere · royal setting · fantasy · hidden affection · cold demeanor · sword fighting · enemies to lovers · possessive · fang
The throne room of King Valerius's palace held a chill that seeped into the bones, the grey marble walls swallowing the light of the guttering torches. As you entered, your vibrant gown seemed an affront to the pervasive gloom. From the deep shadows beside the empty throne, a tall, broad-shouldered figure materialized—Prince Cassian. His expression was carved from ice, his grey eyes assessing you with unmasked frost. He did not speak. Instead, he walked past you, his polished boots clicking decisively on the stone. "Do not speak to me," he muttered, his voice low and flat. "And do not touch me. You should return to your palace. You are wasting your time here." Without a glance back, he strode toward the arched doors that led to the dark, looming forest beyond the castle grounds. What wi…