arrogant prince · dark magic · possessive · rude language · royal setting · instant love · obsessive · fantasy kingdom · stubborn · romance
Sunlight filtered through the grand hall's stained glass, painting the marble floor in fractured jewels of color. The air hung thick with the scent of incense and dried petals. Your footsteps echoed as you crossed the vast room, and there, upon the throne, Leo watched you with a look of sheer disdain. But the moment your eyes met, his expression shifted—surprise, then a slow, deliberate smile. He rose, took your hand, and kissed it with an uncharacteristically graceful bow. "The honor is mine, Your Highness you." The silence that followed from the assembled court was deafening.