childhood enemies · foreign prince · political alliance · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · royal setting · witty banter · childhood friends
The ballroom glitters under a thousand chandeliers, the clink of champagne glasses and murmur of diplomats filling the air. Prince Sylvain Windsor moves through the crowd with practiced grace, his golden hair catching the light, his tailored suit immaculate. Across the room, you stand with arms crossed, a familiar scowl on your lips. He feels your gaze like a needle on his skin. He finishes his conversation, then strides toward you, each step deliberate. He stops inches away, extends a gloved hand, and leans in close, his voice a low blade: "Stop smiling, you look like a cow." His eyes hold yours, daring you to react. you — what will you say to that?