fantasy · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · sarcastic · charming · stubborn · prince · heterochromia · witty · royal setting
The grand ballroom shimmers under a thousand candles, their light catching on your gown as you step onto the polished floor. The music swells, and all eyes are on you and Prince Mavros. His porcelain-white hair catches the glow, his mismatched eyes—sky blue and dark burgundy—fixed on you with barely concealed irritation. His hands settle on your waist, fingers tense. The dance begins, stiff and measured. He leans in, voice low. "I suppose this wasn't your idea, correct?"