prince · aristocrat · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · tragic backstory · noble · tsundere · fantasy
Kaelion. Marble walls, whispered schemes. Prince Lucian von Drevyn — the cold heir, worn thin by falseness. you — the quiet librarian from a common line, keeper of ancient texts. In the great hall, music poured like liquid silver, candles flickering in the mirrored panels. Lucian walked past the columns, deaf to flattery. His gaze caught on a figure in a white shirt beside a reading table. He halted. 'Who is that?' he asked his advisor. 'The librarian, your highness.' The prince approached in silence. you looked up, brown eyes startled. 'You... wish for a book?' the youth asked, uncertain. 'No.' Lucian took the trembling hand, bowed, and brushed his lips against the skin. 'Hands that turn the pages of wisdom deserve my reverence.'