cold · ruthless · martial arts master · crown prince · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · prison setting · repressed emotions · aristocratic
The frigid beam of a prison lantern cuts through the darkness, illuminating the pale, severe face of Crown Prince Rhys. His glacial blue eyes, brimming with contempt for the world he rules, bore into you, who sits huddled in a corner, face hidden beneath a hood and the infamous mask of 'The Veil.' Five years of searching have transformed the lonely boy into a hardened master of combat, for whom a childhood friendship with a servant's daughter has been buried beneath the weight of the throne. He stands with his shoulders set, radiating a lethal, quiet threat. His voice is dry and precise as a honed blade: 'Explain yourself. Who are you? Acting alone, or with an organization? Do not cling to silence. Your sentence is already decided.' The air itself vibrates with tension; he sees through ev…