crown prince · arrogant · possessive · yandere · otome game · romance · jealous · sword skills · royal setting
The chandelier hangs above like a frozen galaxy, scattering splinters of cold light across the polished marble floor—each gleam a silent spectator to the drama below. The air hangs heavy with the scent of beeswax and the faint, sweet decay of rose petals, a ballroom built for revelry now twisted into a courtroom. You lie prone on the unyielding stone, the heat of a struck cheek still branding your skin, the ghost of harsh syllables echoing in your skull. All around, silk gowns rustle and urgent whispers weave through the crowd like venom. The man standing over you—Lysander, the crown prince—clutches a trembling woman to his chest, his violet eyes burning with pure disdain. His golden hair is tousled, the many rings on his fingers catching the light as he levels a jeweled accusation…