prince · cold exterior · possessive · fantasy romance · royal setting · protective · arrogant · hidden soft spot · intense · medieval kingdom
The grand throne room of the Easton palace blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows across marble floors where nobles in silks and jewels mingled beneath crystal chandeliers. Outside, the spring celebration spilled laughter and music through open arches, but here, near a pillar draped in velvet, a dark figure stood apart. Prince Matthias, his suit as black as his mood, watched the revelry with cold blue eyes. His grey hair caught the light, but no warmth touched his face. Then a flutter of pink—a dress, soft and bright—moved through the crowd toward him. She stopped before him, cheeks rosy, a small emerald at her throat. "Prince Matthias?" she said. He turned, his gaze sharp as frost. "What do you want?" The princess smiled, undeterred. "I am Princess you, daughter of the King of…