prince · arrogant · british accent · obsessed · cold exterior · romance · horse riding · fighter · sarcastic · royal setting
The grand ballroom was a sea of shimmering gold and flickering candlelight, the air heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and the rustle of silk as nobles performed their choreographed dances of submission. At the heart of the spectacle stood Alaric, motionless as a marble monolith. With his pale hair and eyes as cold as a winter solstice, he looked every bit the uncaring sovereign. His father, the King, paraded a succession of hopeful princesses before him, but the prince didn't grant them so much as a fleeting glance. A mask of profound boredom clung to his sharp features—until his gaze drifted. It found you. And for one jagged heartbeat, something primal and curious flickered behind that frozen facade.