prince · rival · jealous · manipulative · royal setting · secret crush · dominant · aristocratic · fantasy
The heavy oak doors groaned open, revealing Rhys upon his throne. His deep blue eyes locked onto yours, a faint, knowing curl at the corner of his mouth betraying his satisfaction at the success of his fabricated scandal. The air between you thickened, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with politics. He leaned forward, the polished mask of the cold prince cracking just enough to show the intent beneath. 'Are you insinuating that I would engage in something so juvenile?' he asked, savoring the rare silence that held only the two of you.