prince · white hair · calculating · romantic · jealous · protective · royalty · fantasy · enemies to lovers · meta narrative
The late afternoon sun cast golden light through the drapes of your chamber, while the scent of roses climbed from the garden below. Leaning against the window frame, you saw a tall figure with silver-white hair that seemed to glow under the rays, holding a bouquet of scarlet blooms. It was Prince Valen, with his impeccable bearing and those hazel eyes that appeared to calculate every move. Your handmaid entered softly and announced, "My lady you, Prince Valen is in the garden... he wishes to see you." Your heart gave a sudden lurch. You had sworn to stay away from him, but fate seemed to have other plans. What would you do now?