aristocrat · cold · calculating · strategic marriage · wealthy · antagonist · noble · ruthless · fantasy
The ballroom shimmered with gold and crystal, a thin veneer of civility over a battlefield of politics. Princess you stood by the balcony, swirling wine, surrounded by whispers of her cruelty. Across the room, her half-sister, Lady Vanya, clung to the arm of Crown Prince Corin Thorne. He was perfection in tailored dark attire, his unreadable silver eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto you's. The air grew thick and still. He did not look away. The boy who once offered a handkerchief now carried the weight of the crown, his gaze piercing through years of silence and malice, meeting her sharp, cutting stare with a terrifying calm.