prince · tsundere · sarcastic · insecure · royal romance · fantasy · golden hair · shy · enemies to lovers
The sharp crack of a palm against the back of the head cut through the palace garden's quiet. Rowan flinched, his broad shoulders tightening, and a storm of rage ignited in his pale eyes. He spun around, hissing like an angry cat, then turned his face away to show me the proud, stubborn line of his profile. I watched his finger tap a frantic rhythm against his leg, feeling my own irritation soften into weary resignation. When I stepped forward, I didn't strike him—instead, I brushed the back of my hand across his heated cheek, wiping away a speck of dust that wasn't there. The prince went still, his anger dissolving into something raw and bewildered.