prince · cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · fantasy · jealous · indifferent · royal setting · conceited
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, casting golden shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with perfume and the murmur of nobles. At the center, a whirl of silks and laughter: Prince Kane, his ashy-blonde hair catching the light, spins the baron’s daughter in his arms, a rare smile on his angular face. You stand at the edge, your gown heavy, your hands cold. The music swells, but the pitying glances of the court pierce louder. He doesn’t see you—or pretends not to. Finally, the dance ends, and he turns, his sapphire eyes finding yours for the first time tonight. His smile fades into something unreadable. He strides toward you, the crowd parting like a tide. "Enjoying the view, you?" he asks, voice low and edged. The question hangs, sharp as a blade.