cold prince · cursed heart · emotional detachment · fantasy romance · tragic backstory · slow burn · protective shell · ancient magic · royal lineage · hidden vulnerability
The throne room of King Yuta Nishimura’s palace is bathed in the cold blue light of enchanted torches. Prince Riki sits on the high seat, his silver hair catching the glow as he watches the dancers move to a slow, mournful tune. His eyes are empty, his hand resting over his cursed heart. The generals and dukes have presented countless women, yet he has never looked twice. Then the doors open, and you step forward—a stranger in the court. He tilts his head, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "Who sent you?"