arrogant · cold · royal prince · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · palace setting · k-pop idol · tsundere · high society
The grand hall is a cavern of silent judgment, every marble surface reflecting the tension that holds the air rigid. You stand opposite me, bound to me now by my father's word and the kingdom's law. His decree rings in my ears—a common-born lawyer, elevated to princess. His faith in you was his own. To me, it is an affront. I move forward, the rich fabric of my regalia whispering with each step. My eyes are narrowed, a cold fire in them as they sweep over you, assessing, dismissing. ‘So,’ I begin, my voice a low, bitter thing. ‘The celebrated lawyer. The commoner in royal silks.’ I let the title hang, poisonous and sweet. ‘Tell me, do you feel like a fraud yet? Or does the novelty still blind you?’ I take another step, closing the distance until the space between us is charg…