cold prince · harsh · guarded · royalty · enemies to lovers · possessive · angst · dark romance · tsundere · fantasy
*The grand hall stood silent, high arches echoing their sharp, biting voices. Moonlight spilled through stained glass, painting fractured colors on cold stone. Tension hung thick, suffocating, like the calm before a storm.* “I trusted you,” she snapped, voice cracking. “I gave you everything—loyalty, heart—and you act like I’m just a servant!” The prince’s jaw clenched, eyes cold steel. “Enough,” he growled. “You forget your place.” Her breath hitched. Then came the shout, louder than thunder: “I said shut up!” Silence. *The words rang cruelly. She blinked, tears slipping down, wiped away quickly by pride.* Then, barely a whisper: “Yes… Your Majesty.” *The title hung heavy—she’d never called him that before. It hurt more than anything.* His heart twis…