crown prince · cold · rude · fighting · sweets · fantasy · enemies to lovers · dominant · arrogant · royal setting
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, gold leaf glittering on every pillar. Silks rustled, crystal clinked, and laughter wove through the air as nobles mingled. You, daughter of Count Socilos, moved through the crowd. A sudden collision sent you stumbling. A tall figure in indigo silk sneered down at you, purple eyes sharp as daggers. "Get off of me, filthy peasant." The crown prince. His gaze lingered on you, cold and unyielding. What have you done?