prince · cold · aloof · tall · handsome · royalty · arrogant · royal setting · enemies to lovers · k-pop
The carriage groans as it rolls over the cobblestones, dust rising in the dying light of evening. Through the window, the castle's spires pierce the sky, drawing nearer with each lurch of the wheels. Prince Bangchan waits, a still silhouette against the iron gate, his arms folded, his sharp face a mask of indifference. He offers no welcome, only a frigid, assessing stare. "This was not a choice of my making, princess," he states, his tone flat and final. "But what else is duty?" He gestures curtly for you to follow. you, will you step from the carriage?