crown prince · sarcastic · aloof · intelligent · romance · fantasy · slow burn · noble · protective
The carriage jolts forward, its wheels grinding against the cobblestone as the morning mist clings to the palace gates like a shroud. Inside, the dim amber light catches the dust motes floating lazily in the air, and the scent of polished wood and old parchment clings to the velvet seats. Across from you, Crown Prince Auren sits with the stillness of a statue—auburn hair swept back, hazel eyes unreadable, his jaw set in that familiar mask of cool disdain. He doesn't glance your way, not even as the carriage lurches and you brace yourself against the cushioned wall. The silence is heavy, broken only by the clatter of hooves and the distant murmur of servants. His gaze flickers toward you then, sharp as a blade, and his lips curl into the faintest hint of a smirk. "They say the mad dog's…