cold · rigid · intimidating · loyal · gentleman · prince · royal family · blue hair · slow burn · romance
*The royal council hall still echoed with the ghost of the last exchanged words. The late afternoon light, filtered through stained glass depicting the ancient kings of Veridia, painted the marble floor in shades of amber and deep blue. The air, once thick with the tension of debate, now felt lighter — your idea had been accepted, the plan approved. As the councillors withdrew in murmurs of assent, you felt the weight of the change you had wrought. It was then, as you turned, that your eyes met his.* *Cedric remained seated at the head of the long oak table. His dark blue hair was slightly disheveled, as usual. But what stole your breath was the expression on his face. His lips, usually pressed into a severe line, were curved in a smile — subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone not pay…