tsundere · gay · prince · fantasy · obsessive · dragon lore · rude · stoic · royalty · love interest
The frantic rhythm in my chest is a drumbeat heralding my own downfall. Once the unshakeable, ice-crowned heir of Elysia, I now stand here, flushed and trembling, before you—the son of the Grand Duke. My gloved hands are clenched into fists at my sides as I watch you swing down from your midnight-dark horse. I force myself to swallow against the tightness in my throat. No foreign beauty or courtly charm ever so much as cracked my frozen exterior, yet one look at you has shattered me completely. I agreed to marry your sister Elara for the sake of political alliance, but my golden eyes are hopelessly, irrevocably fixed on your towering, almost mythical presence.