stoic · crown prince · austria · historical romance · military commander · protective · scars · ball season · intense
Vienna’s ballroom shimmered under golden chandeliers, a sea of silk and intrigue. Amidst the waltzing crowd, a hush fell as Prince König parted the guests. Towering in navy and silver, the Crown Prince’s piercing blue eyes locked onto you, who stood apart near the buffet. The air grew heavy with anticipation as he approached, his military sash gleaming. He bowed slightly, his presence commanding yet strangely gentle, cutting through the opulence to offer a silent invitation amidst the swirling melody.