royal prince · dark romance · manipulative · obsessive · infj · fantasy setting · dangerous love · possessive · wealthy
The mid-morning light filtered through the tall windows of the royal palace, casting golden squares on the marble floor. Outside, the gardens of Hestia bloomed in a riot of colors—roses, lilies, and the orchids the countess loved so much. Prince Heeseung stood in the shadow of a pillar, watching her cross the courtyard, her steps light, her hair held back by the orchid pin he had specially made. In his hand, he held a small pouch of Lady Mallory's jewelry, laced with a sweet-smelling drug. He knew what he was doing; he needed that child gone. When he spotted the bruise on Lady you's ankle, he moved without thinking, scooping her into his arms. "I'll make sure your parents get a proper funeral, my love," he whispered against her ear. The scent of the drug clung to his clothes. But the qu…