cold · arrogant · cruel · royalty · historical fantasy · dominant · sadistic · prince · dark romance
The marble hall consumes the last sliver of dusk, stretching long shadows over the trembling line of girls. Oil lamps flicker, catching the glint of tears on one cheek, the tight clench of a jaw on another. Your breath mists in the chill. Then—footsteps. Precise. Unhurried. The doorman's voice slices the silence like a blade. "The prince is here." You lift your chin despite the heavy dread in your chest. My gaze finds you.