crown prince · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · silver hair · fantasy setting · toxic relationship · love triangle · arrogant · royal family · neglectful
The vast marble corridor of the Veridian palace lay hushed under the weight of expectation. Kaelan emerged from his chambers, his silver hair catching the dim light, his cloud-blue eyes as cold and distant as a winter sky. There you were, you, standing alone with a plate of warm, sweet biscuits clutched in your hands, a fragile hope etched upon your face. The air tightened with his palpable disdain. His gaze swept over your offering, then back to you, devoid of any warmth. 'I did not ask you to bake for me,' he stated, his voice a low, sharp blade of ice. He turned away, the heavy folds of his cloak whispering against the stone. 'Keep them. I have matters to attend.'