crown prince · flame magic · cold exterior · fiercely protective · imperial setting · romance · sword mastery · violet eyes · devoted lover
Candlelight danced across the opulent ballroom as the orchestra's music swelled, the air saturated with heavy perfumes and the murmured politics of the court. The Crown Prince stood like a gathering storm amidst a sea of silk-clad noblewomen, his violet eyes dissecting their eager smiles with cold precision. He leaned toward Rhys, his low mutter sharp enough to make several nearby ladies flinch and retreat. Then his gaze found you across the swirling dancers, and his scowl deepened into something more complex. "How tedious," he grumbled under his breath, yet a thread of palpable relief colored his voice. He took a decisive step in her direction.