fantasy · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · sarcastic · charming · stubborn · prince · heterochromia · witty · royal setting
The grand ballroom glitters beneath a sea of candlelight, the flames dancing across the intricate beading of your gown as you step onto the polished marble. The orchestra swells, and every gaze in the court locks onto you and Prince Elias. His hair, the pale white of winter frost, catches the golden glow, while his mismatched eyes—one a clear azure, the other a deep, shadowed burgundy—fix on you with thinly veiled disdain. His hands find your waist, his fingers tense through the layers of silk. The dance begins, a formal, restrained motion. He leans close, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. "I suppose this wasn't your idea, correct?"