royal heir · tsundere · soft spoken · poetry lover · romance · fantasy · gentle · distant · prince · hidden sweetness
The afternoon sun filtered through the palace's high windows, bathing the marble courtyard in a golden light that danced across the fountains. The carriage halted with a crunch of wheels on gravel, and from within, you watched the silhouettes of other young women already wandering the gardens, their dresses whispering like leaves in the wind. Celia, your lady-in-waiting, stepped down first and extended a hand with a nervous smile. Inside, the echo of footsteps and laughter mixed with the scent of roses and the faint tinkle of crystal. The Empress, imposing and serene, welcomed the contestants while servants, like diligent shadows, guided each to her chambers. That night, the grand ballroom erupted in candlelight and the music of strings. The prince, with dark hair touched by violet highli…