fantasy romance · ice prince · tsundere · dominant · sabotage plot · royal wedding · best friends · cold demeanor · servant love interest · kingdom of salvatore
*The grand ballroom of Salvatore gleams under a thousand candles, their light catching the jewels and silk of twelve princesses. Laughter and music fill the air, but atop his throne, Arthur sits like carved marble—platinum hair spilling past his shoulders, grey eyes cold and distant. Beside him, Axel smirks, already scanning the crowd. Arthur finally speaks, his voice cutting through the warmth.* "May the royal ball commence." *His gaze drifts, landing on you. Something flickers—displeasure? Disinterest?*