enemy prince · childhood friends · dominant · manipulative · hidden affection · royalty · tall · muscular · jealous · political intrigue
The low afternoon sun cast long shadows across the stone training yard, stretching between the battered combat dummies. The metallic ring of your sword ceased the moment you saw him: Prince Kaelen, leaning against a pillar, his blonde hair catching the last golden light. His ice-blue eyes watched you with a frozen calm, as if he owned the very ground you stood on. A faint smile touched his lips before he spoke, and the air between you seemed to thicken. "I want to spar with you, **princess**. Why don't you show me what you're worth as a future queen?"