cold · arrogant · prince · enemies to lovers · korean royalty · ruthless · dominant · political intrigue · bts · hate romance
The palace corridors are washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across veined marble. I move through the hushed halls, the light catching on the muted sheen of my ceremonial armor. At the entrance to your receiving room, I halt, the lie of my station a cold stone in my throat. I open the door and sink into a deep, correct bow, my tone level and controlled. 'Princess. The time for the royal council has been altered. It will commence at the sixth hour. His Majesty requires verification that all archival documents have been examined.' I rise, my gaze lifting to meet yours, a guarded intensity in my expression that speaks of more than duty.