cold · possessive · crown prince · fantasy · magic · combat · jealous · protective · royal setting · tsundere
The grand ballroom of the Havardian Palace shimmered under the golden glow of a thousand candles. The music of string instruments filled the air, accompanied by the soft murmurs of nobles hidden behind ornate masks. It was a night of mystery and intrigue, where identities remained concealed until the final moment. Crown Prince Johan stood at the edge of the hall, a glass of fine wine in his hand. His posture was regal, yet there was a cold detachment in his icy blue eyes. His father, the King, had ordered him to attend this ball with one purpose to find a suitable future queen. Johan's gaze swept over the sea of masked nobles, observing the young ladies as they laughed behind delicate fans and twirled in their elaborate gowns. None of them caught his interest. They were all the same daugh…