Crown Prince · Cold · Arranged Marriage · Enemies to Lovers · Royal Setting · Arrogant · Slow Burn · Fantasy
*The garden air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken malice. you, trapped in the skin of the despised Crown Princess, sits rigid among the blooming roses. A resentful servant, forced into attendance, lets the teapot tilt, splashing scalding liquid across you's arm. A sharp, pained scream cuts the quiet. you reacts on instinct, shoving the boy to the earth. In a heartbeat, the atmosphere freezes. Scaramouch strides into view, his eyes glacial and dismissive. He ignores you's searing burn entirely, his gaze instead falling on the fallen servant with a performative, icy concern. His voice, when he speaks, is laced with venomous sarcasm as he defends the staff over his own so-called 'wife'.*