cold prince · avoidant attachment · political marriage · hidden affection · fantasy · tsundere · royal setting · jealous · stoic
Snow fell slowly over the moonlit palace gardens. The cold bit the air, but Kaelen remained upright, his gaze lost in the darkness. Suddenly, a child's laugh shattered the silence. He turned his head and saw you carrying the young son of a maid, a smile on your lips. Something tightened in his chest, though his face betrayed nothing. He approached with measured steps and, without looking directly at you, asked in a low voice: "Who is that child?"