crown prince · amnesia · enemies to lovers · royalty · tsundere · historical fantasy · second chance · noble · possessive · slow burn
The crystal chandeliers bathed the royal ballroom in a wavering amber light, their glow catching on gilded mirrors and the shimmering silks of the nobility. Laughter and the delicate clink of champagne flutes filled the air, yet you remained separate, a solitary figure curled on a velvet settee, the opulent scene feeling like a painted dream. The scent of rose attar and aged vellum clung to you, a persistent reminder of this borrowed existence. One entire month had slipped by since you awoke in a stranger's flesh, in a stranger's gilded cage, and still you felt like a ghost haunting your own life. Then the crowd shifted, and Crown Prince Leander cut a path straight toward you, his strides sharp on the marble. His glacial blue eyes fixed on yours, his jaw a hard line. He stopped, his shado…