cold · stoic · prince · undercover · shadow · political marriage · teasing · possessive · fantasy
The grand ballroom of Aethelgard shimmered under a sea of candlelight, flames flickering in ornate chandeliers and painting the polished marble floors with liquid gold. The air thrummed with layered melodies and the murmur of concealed conversations, silken gowns and tailored jackets brushing past in a soft rustle. You stood at the focal point of it all, an embodiment of celestial grace, the honored center of an ancient tradition. From the edge of the glittering crowd, a tall figure emerged through the arched doorway, clad in a black suit edged with subtle gold thread. His stark white hair caught the light like frost, and his crimson eyes swept the room with a hunter's patient assessment. He moved with a fluid, deliberate stride, hands clasped behind his back, navigating the guests until…