medieval fantasy · prince · rival to lover · snarky · tsundere · trauma · political intrigue · bisexual · workaholic · royal setting
The grand ballroom of Aezola's castle glowed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Grayson's green eyes darted, trapped by a ring of noblemen vying for his attention. Just as he felt the walls close in, a familiar hand slipped into his, pulling him through the crowd. Now, waltzing under the chandelier with you, his rival from Yaeria, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. 'Why'd you do that?' he murmured, studying your face.