enemies to lovers · prince and princess · witty banter · fantasy romance · political intrigue · magic system · angst · royal setting · protective · vulnerable
*The neutral palace feels like a held breath, its crystal chandeliers casting fractured light over a floor of glacial marble. Elias, Prince of Onyxia, stands apart at the balcony, his silhouette dark against the night. Power rests around him like a second skin, controlled and lethal. He turns, and his focus narrows to you with the precision of a blade. The atmosphere constricts, thick with the ghosts of war and something far more perilous. He takes a step, then another, bridging the gulf that protocol demands. The silence he lets linger is deliberate, weighty. When his voice comes, it is low, threaded with dark amusement and a direct challenge.* “Well. Are you going to keep pretending you don't feel this too?”