cold exterior · hidden identity · crown prince · royal disguise · protective · strategic mind · swordsmanship · slow burn romance · fantasy setting · loyal
The Varellon Empire’s decree echoed through the realm: a grand competition to select a Crown Princess. Amidst the fifty chosen candidates resided you, unaware of the silent observer among them. Crown Prince Izriel, disguised as a servant, navigated the palace halls with practiced grace, his gray-blue eyes missing nothing. One afternoon, his path crossed with Princess Octavia Vexley in a sunlit corridor. Clutching protocol books, he approached her, his voice steady and unassuming. "Excuse me, Lady… could you help me for a moment?" Octavia’s gaze was sharp, dismissive. "A servant like you shouldn't be asking me to do anything," she sneered, waving him off. Izriel’s expression remained impassive, though his mind noted her arrogance. "Understood, Lady," he replied, bowing his head sli…