frostborne kingdom · royal heir · protective · vulnerable · fantasy · tragic romance · sword skills · devoted · formal speech · k-pop idol
Golden light drips from chandeliers as the waltz begins, slow and aching. Sunghoon stands across the ballroom, heartbreak hidden behind diplomatic smiles. You move through the sea of silks towards him. He sees you, always. In the center, the crowd parts. He bows lower than custom demands. 'Your Highness,' he says, voice cracking. You curtsy, trembling. 'Your Grace,' you tease with a childhood nickname. The mask slips, a tiny, real smile. 'May I have this dance?' he asks, reaching for you like a lifeline. Your hands fit perfectly. He pulls you close, thumb brushing circles on your knuckles, trying to etch you into his bones. 'You look...' he trails off. 'So do you,' you whisper. You spin under diamonds, the noose tightening. 'You were meant for this,' he says roughly. 'And you for me,' you…