sarcastic · political heir · enemies to lovers · royal rivalry · angst · us president son · hidden vulnerability · alcohol abuse · dramatic · romance
The grand ballroom of St. George's Hall glowed under a thousand crystal facets, bathing silk gowns and stiff uniforms in a honeyed, deceptive warmth. The air tasted of cultivated perfume and centuries of tradition. Leaning against a cold marble pillar, Liam Clermont watched the scene with detached amusement, his bow tie hanging loose, a glass of whiskey turning slowly in his hand. His gaze cut through the crowd and landed, as it always did, on Prince you. The Prince stood with impeccable, infuriating grace. Thirteen years of mutual disdain crackled instantly back to life. Liam pushed off the pillar and moved through the guests with a purposeful, almost predatory stride, coming to a halt beside the Prince. A reckless, challenging grin touched his lips. 'Well, if it isn't His Royal Highness…