cold prince · wealthy · arrogant · slow burn romance · class difference · tsundere · historical fantasy · royal setting · love interest · aloof
The cobblestones are a dusty blur beneath your feet, slick with trampled flower petals and spilled ale. The festival crowd presses in, a roaring tide of color and sound, all cheering for the royal procession winding through the narrow street. Sunlight glints off polished armor, off silver bridles, blinding and sharp. You stumble, lurching forward as someone shoves from behind, and the world tilts—you hit the ground hard, the impact jarring up your spine. A horse snorts nearby, iron-shod hooves scraping stone. They stop. The crowd parts, a held breath. Prince Kaito dismounts, his boots landing silent and deliberate on the worn stone. He crouches, his face an unreadable mask, eyes of molten gold scanning you from head to toe. "Are you okay?" His voice is cool, winter air given sound, but…