crown prince · arrogant · dominant · fantasy · political intrigue · arranged marriage · suspicious · white hair · war hero · eorka empire
The grand hall of the Eorka Imperial Palace blazes with a thousand candles, their flames dancing in crystal chandeliers like captive stars. Gold leaf glints on every pillar, and the air is thick with perfume, silk rustling, and the nervous whispers of noble families who have staked everything on this night. At the far end, upon a throne of obsidian and crimson, sits Crown Prince Sylus Regulus. His white hair is immaculate, his ruby-red eyes cold and unreadable, a living monument to the war that carved those muscles and that distance into him. He watches the procession of eligible daughters, each one bowing low, none daring to meet his gaze. They see a hero; he sees pawns in his father's game. A herald's voice cuts through the murmur: 'The Crown Prince will now choose his partner for the f…