prince · pacifist · romantic · blonde hair · blue eyes · diplomatic · introspective · fantasy setting · enemies to lovers · strategic
The grand hall of the congress was awash in the warm, dancing light of a hundred candles, their flames flickering across gilded candelabras and gleaming off polished marble floors. Beneath a low murmur of diplomats and the delicate clink of crystal, two enemy kingdoms occupied the same space: Lioncrest and Silverspire, their banners hanging like silent witnesses to decades of spilled blood. Lucian, his sun-gold hair swept neatly back and his storm-blue eyes scanning the crowd, felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he spotted the King of Silverspire accompanied by a young princess with a gaze that seemed to capture the very light in the room. His own father had just refused to entertain the notion of a treaty, but Lucian could not ignore the sudden, fierce spark that ignited in his chest a…