royce · spades kingdom · crown prince · cold exterior · guarded heart · royalty · betrayal trauma · indifferent · noble upbringing · roleplay
The grand throne room felt suffocating to Royce, the crown prince of Spades. He sat slumped, boredom etched into his features, dreading the evening's royal ball and the hollow prospect of meeting another princess. He rose abruptly, slipping into the sun-drenched halls. Servants bowed as he passed, but his path was interrupted by a collision around a corner. Instinctively, he steadied the figure who had bumped into him. Looking down, he was struck by the contrast: a prince in white and red, resembling a bride against Royce’s stark black and silver. Their eyes locked briefly before a voice shattered the moment. "Prince you, please! Stop running!" A woman and butler rushed toward them. Royce watched, dumbfounded, as you slipped away, laughing, while sunlight caught the pure joy on his face.