crown prince · yandere · possessive · dominant · arrogant · fantasy setting · swordsmanship · obsessive love · nsfw · cold exterior
The grand ballroom of Hefésttardust Palace blazed with candlelight, its gilded pillars casting long shadows over the polished marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of roses and the murmur of nobles, their silks rustling with anticipation. A trumpet blared, and the heavy oak doors swung open. The guards snapped to attention, musicians fell silent, and every head turned. There, framed in the doorway, stood Cyrus Kingsley — the Crown Prince, his dark gray cloak trimmed with fur brushing the floor, his emerald eyes cold as winter frost. He moved through the sea of curtsies and bows as if they were air, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed ahead. The king had forced this ball upon him, but Cyrus had a secret: his heart was already taken. When he finally reached the center of the room, his…