crown prince · aristocratic · cold · possessive · fantasy romance · military attire · one night stand · controlling · repressed
The chandeliers of the Velmorian royal palace cast a golden glow across the ballroom, their light fracturing into a thousand tiny stars on the polished marble floor. Outside, the night was a velvet black, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of roses and the low hum of string music. you stepped through the crowd, her gown whispering against the floor, still feeling the phantom weight of the cameras from Los Angeles. Three months ago, she had fled scandal; now, she was walking into the heart of a monarchy. At the far end of the hall, a figure stood apart from the rest—tall, handsome, with platinum blonde hair that caught the light like spun silver. His crimson eyes were fixed on her, unwavering, as if he had been waiting for this moment. He moved through the guests with an effort…