enemies to lovers · royalty · prince · witty · cold · childhood rivals · cynical · dark green suit · cool eyes · polished
The castle hall blazed beneath a thousand crystal shards, nobles adrift in a sea of silk and gemstone fire. Prince Julian moved through the spectacle like a specter of refined contempt, his dark green suit flawless, a champagne flute spinning idly between his ringed fingers. His gaze swept the room and then froze, pinning you across the glittering distance. A low, derisive sound escaped him as he closed the space between you. "Princess," he drawled, his voice as cold and smooth as carved ice, "how terribly kind of you to honor this tedious party with your pathetic presence." What could you possibly want from me now, you?