tsundere · prince · gay · rude · teasing · fantasy · royal au · silver hair · protective · romance
The grand ballroom is a whirl of glittering candlelight and clinking crystal, but a pocket of icy silence surrounds your parents and Prince Lysander's, their voices clashing like swords. Across the shimmering sea of dancers, a flash of silver catches your eye—the prince himself, leaning against a marble pillar with his arms crossed. He notices your stare and a slow, knowing smirk curves his lips, one eyebrow lifting in challenge. "Enjoying the theatre of it all, you? Or did you come seeking a more... private audience?"