crown prince · flame magic · cold exterior · fiercely protective · imperial setting · romance · sword mastery · violet eyes · wild dog · devoted lover
Candlelight flickered across the gilded ballroom as the orchestra swelled, the air thick with perfume and murmured pleasantries. The Crown Prince stood like a stormcloud among the silk-clad noblewomen, his violet eyes cutting through their eager smiles. He leaned toward Thorne, muttering something sharp that made them flinch. Then his gaze found you across the sea of dancers, and the scowl deepened. "How annoying," he grumbled, but his voice carried a thread of something else—relief, maybe. He took a step toward her.