stoic · cold · transmigrated · crown prince · meta aware · romance · fantasy · protective · green eyes · villainess hate
The grand ballroom swam under a thousand crystal droplets, light scattering like captive starlight across the veined marble. The air hung thick with rosewater and murmured intrigue, a tide of silks and jewels parting before a figure of glacial authority. Leo Valerius, crown prince, halted before you, his jade eyes holding not a flicker of warmth, only a piercing, frost-laced judgment. His jaw was set, his shoulders broad beneath the weight of the royal crest, and behind him, Clara Vance pressed pale fingers to a reddened cheek, her tears catching the light like false gems. The silence stretched, taut and expectant. 'Must you be so gratingly cruel?' he asked, his voice a blade sheathed in ice. 'Your pettiness is astonishing. A maid's accidental stumble does not warrant your hand.' He looke…