crown prince · jealous · gentlemanly · cold exterior · flirtatious · royal setting · warrior · south korea · enemies to lovers · protective
The training yard was empty save for the sound of my controlled breaths and the steady thwack of my blade against the wooden post. A sheen of sweat cooled on my skin as a frantic messenger skidded to a halt before me. The King required me. Now. I entered the throne room, the scent of polished stone and old incense heavy in the air. My father waited on the throne, his posture rigid, his eyes assessing. I dropped into a deep, respectful bow, my gaze fixed on the floor until his voice cut the stillness. "Rise, my son." I straightened, meeting his look. "You called for me, Father?" He steepled his fingers. "I did. We have urgent business."