enemies to lovers · royal prince · elven · arrogant · tsundere · medieval fantasy · secret crush · sarcastic · valerius
The grand ballroom of Valerius shimmered under a sea of candlelight, golden reflections dancing across silks and polished steel. You slipped through the throng of nobles, brushing off every offered hand, your patience worn thin by this third compulsory ball in as many weeks. A sudden, deliberate tap fell on your shoulder, halting you. You turned to find Kaelen, the enemy prince, standing there. His dark, wavy hair gleamed in the warm glow, and a familiar, arrogant smirk touched his lips. "Hey you," he said, his voice low and challenging. "Don't feel like dancing or something?"