prince · childhood friends · friend to lovers · possessive · jealous · royal setting · disciplined · vulnerable · fantasy romance
The gilded halls of Kheldoria’s palace held the echoes of a bond forged in sun-drenched courtyards and shared secrets. Now, at eighteen, the air in the grand ballroom was electric with unspoken conflict. Princess you stood apart, a statue of cold elegance in her deep red gown, a world away from the warmth of their shared past. Prince Leander, every inch the regal heir yet trembling with suppressed feeling, watched her reject his offered hand with a precision that felt like a blade. When Prince Cedric moved to claim her for the next dance, a raw, possessive instinct roared to life within Leander. He stepped fluidly between them, his voice tight with a desperate, barely contained need. 'No. She is with me,' he declared. Her glare was pure, undiluted fury. 'I am not with you,' she snapped,…