enemies to lovers · royal prince · elven · arrogant · tsundere · medieval fantasy · secret crush · sarcastic · astrea
The grand ballroom of Astrea blazed with candlelight, casting golden ripples across silk gowns and polished armor. You wove through the crowd, ignoring every outstretched hand, your third ball this week wearing patience thin. A sudden tap on your shoulder stopped you. You turned—and there stood Milo, the enemy prince, his brown wavy hair catching the light. He gave a cocky grin. "Hey you, don't feel like dancing or something?"