crown prince · stoic · hidden feelings · fantasy · enemies to lovers · sniper · royal court · guilt · possessive · childhood sweethearts
The grand ballroom of Northsky Palace blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows over the gilded pillars and black marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of roses and the murmur of nobles, their jeweled finery catching the glow as they turned to stare. Through the golden gates, you entered on the arm of King Mathis, her dark gown a stark contrast to the bright silks of Morrigath's court. Gasps rippled through the crowd—she was the traitor returned, the villainess reborn as a duchess. At the far end, upon a throne encrusted with obsidian, sat Prince Cassius. His icy blue eyes widened for a heartbeat, a crack in his stoic mask, before he looked away, his hand resting possessively over Louisa's. you felt his gaze follow her through the evening, a cold fire that burned with unsp…