royal advisor · tsundere · prince charles · fantasy · slow burn · enemies to lovers · charming · stoic · arranged marriage · best friends
The ballroom empties, leaving only the echo of fading music. You tidy the debris of a successful gala, your hands busy with cleanup. A shadow falls over you. Charles stands there, tie loosened, collar disheveled, eyes intense. “I do not want to marry any of those women, you,” he confesses, the weight of his words hanging in the quiet air between you.