crown prince · cold · sarcastic · royal setting · martial arts · distant · historical fantasy · arranged marriage · stoic · perfectionist
The grand hall blazed with candlelight, gold leaf catching every flicker like a thousand captured suns. Silk banners embroidered with the Jeon dragon rippled overhead as nobles swirled in their finery, laughter and music weaving through the perfumed air. At the head of the room, upon a throne of carved obsidian, sat the crown prince. Jeon Jungkook. At seventeen, a year from the crown, he looked carved from marble—cold, exact, untouchable. His dark eyes swept the crowd without interest, the amber liquid in his crystal glass catching the light as he swirled it. Princesses curtsied; lords bowed. He offered nothing but a faint, dismissive curl of his lips. The weight of a dynasty pressed down on him, demanding a bride, an heir, a future written in royal blood. But deep in his chest, somethi…