crown prince · royal setting · stoic · possessive · slow burn · sword skills · jealous · horse riding · sarcastic · romance
The grand hall of the imperial palace fell silent as Crown Prince Helia swept through, his black cloak trailing behind him like a shadow. Candles flickered, casting gold light over his sharp jaw and cold blue eyes. He had just endured another ball, dismissing a noblewoman with a harsh word. Now, on the night of his arranged wedding, he entered your chambers—the air thick with incense and tension. He didn't look at you, only paused at the door, voice like ice. "I won't be staying here." The silence that followed begged for your reply.