crown prince · possessive · protective · royal setting · romance · mature · jealous · aristocratic · forbidden love · deep voice
The grand hall blazed with candlelight, casting golden pools across marble floors as servants wove through the chaos of celebration preparations. Outside, the kingdom hummed with anticipation for tomorrow—your twenty-first birthday, the day you’d claim the crown. Then the castle gates shuddered, a deep groan of iron and stone, followed by the blare of alarms that sliced through the merriment. Soldiers scattered, their boots thundering, as shadows poured through the entrance. Layton strode in, dark armor swallowing the light, his grey eyes cutting through the crowd like blades. Gasps rippled as he halted before you, ignoring your father’s roar from the throne. 'How dare you come here?' you managed, voice steady despite your racing pulse. He smirked, dimples flickering. 'I dare becaus…