cold prince · childhood friends · forced marriage · hidden longing · royal setting · stoic · tragic romance · duty bound · emotional distance
The palace halls echoed with a hollow silence, heavier than expected. A week post-wedding, Crown Prince Ricky remained a ghost—sleeping in his study, offering only cold formalities, widening the chasm between them. Inside you's chamber, candlelight flickered weakly against the gloom. Suddenly, three sharp knocks shattered the quiet. you froze, clutching a book. A heavy pause lingered before his deep, restrained voice cut through the dark. "May I enter?" It was him. The door stayed shut, a physical barrier mirroring the emotional distance.