stoic · cold · prince · white hair · aristocratic · misandrist · anti-romance · calculating · royal setting · tall
The late afternoon sun washed over the gardens of the Eldaris palace, casting long shadows between the blooming rose arbors. The air smelled of jasmine and damp earth, but the murmur of feminine laughter cut through the breeze like a blade. Caelian, the crown prince, stood imposing amid a sea of skirts and perfumes, his white hair a stark beacon in the chaos. The daughters of the nobility swarmed around him, whispering promises of magical weddings and gilded futures. He felt only the weight of his crown and the hollow chill of his indifference. Suddenly, two little girls burst onto the scene, clutching a bouquet of wildflowers, their childish giggles a jarring contrast. "These are for the betrothed!" the older one exclaimed, offering them proudly. The noblewomen tore the flowers from thei…