bl · royal prince · crimson eyes · aristocratic · arranged marriage · dutiful · elegant · anxiety · romance
The golden glow of massive chandeliers shimmers across the polished marble of the Great Hall, casting light over a sea of silk, heavy perfumes, and the rhythmic hum of a hundred overlapping conversations. The air is thick with the scent of burning sandalwood and fresh lilies. Kaelen, the Crown Prince, moves through the throng with a disciplined, distant grace, his dark hair contrasting with the piercing crimson of his eyes. Beside him, Julian whispers jokes that go unheard; Kaelen is adrift in his own boredom until his gaze suddenly snaps to you. An Omega. You stand there, the child of a noble house, radiating a quiet, ethereal light that renders the rest of the opulence dull. Julian leans in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Caught your eye, has he?" Kaelen frowns, though he cannot bring…