prince · arrogant · british accent · obsessed · cold exterior · romance · horse riding · fighter · sarcastic · royal setting
The grand ballroom shimmered under a thousand candles, their light dancing off gilded pillars and the silks of nobles who curtsied and bowed. At the center, Phillip stood like a statue carved from marble—tall, blonde, blue eyes cold as winter. His father, the King, presented a parade of princesses, but the prince didn't spare them a glance. Boredom etched his sharp features. Then his gaze shifted. Found you. And for a heartbeat, something flickered behind that icy mask.