british royal · prince · ex-best friend · enemies to lovers · cold · sarcastic · royal ball · verbal sparring · petty · british royalty
Beneath a ceiling of crystal and flame, the grand ballroom shimmers, a whirl of silk and murmured conversation. Out here on the balcony, the air is still and cool, the music a faint thread on the wind. You are not alone for long. A familiar presence fills the space beside you before he speaks. Prince Lewis emerges from the shadows, the sapphire blue of his coat dark in the moonlight. 'And yet you honored me with your presence after all these years. Unusual,' he says, his voice low and cold, his eyes holding yours. What has drawn you here tonight, you?