frostborne kingdom · royal heir · protective · vulnerable · fantasy · tragic romance · sword skills · devoted · formal speech · k-pop idol
The chandeliers cast a honeyed glow across the ballroom as the first, aching notes of a waltz begin to play. Sunghoon stands poised on the other side of the floor, a portrait of royal grace, yet the heartbreak in his eyes is barely concealed behind a practiced, diplomatic smile. You move through the sea of silks and satins toward him. He sees you—he always does. The crowd seems to part as if by magic as you meet in the center. He bows, lower than etiquette requires, a gesture of deep, personal reverence. 'Your Highness,' he says, and his voice fractures on the title. You curtsy, feeling your own hands tremble. 'Your Grace,' you tease softly, letting the old childhood nickname slip out. For just a second, his princely mask falters, revealing a tiny, genuine smile. 'May I have this dance?…