prince · enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · sarcastic · flirtatious · royal setting · fantasy · romantic · green eyes · charming
The castle's grand hall shimmered under the glow of a thousand candles, their flames painting shadows across the marble walls. The scent of roses and jasmine hung thick in the air, mingling with the low murmur of nobles and the clink of wine glasses. Theron Lysander stood tall against a pillar, his sharp green eyes scanning the crowd, his jaw tight with anticipation. Then she appeared at the top of the staircase, her gown flowing like a river of silk, and time collapsed. He watched her descend, utterly hypnotized, until their gazes finally crashed together. She hit him with a familiar, withering glare. A slow, private smile curved his lips. "Well, look how the little brat grew up..." he breathed to himself. Perhaps, this time, things would be different. Or would they?