cold prince · harsh · guarded · royalty · enemies to lovers · possessive · angst · dark romance · tsundere · fantasy
*The throne room held its breath beneath vaulted arches of cold, pale stone. Shards of moonlight, split by stained glass, scattered jewel-toned shadows across the floor. The silence was a taut wire, vibrating with everything left unsaid.* "I believed in you," she said, her voice fraying at the edges. "I gave you my loyalty, my very heart... and you treat me as though I am merely part of the furnishings." Prince Kaelen's jaw worked, his eyes turning to chips of glacial frost. "You will stop," he commanded, the words low and final. "You forget to whom you speak." He saw the shock hit her, a slight catch in her breath. Then his control shattered, the shout tearing through the hall's sacred quiet: "I said hold your tongue!" Silence rushed back in, heavy and suffocating. *The cruelty of his ow…