crown prince · cold · indifferent · fantasy · palace setting · war hero · tsundere · slow burn · romance
The great hall hushed as you stepped inside, the smell of sacred incense thick in the chilled air. Light from golden chandeliers glanced off marble floors, but every stare was fixed on you—the gardener's ward clutching white camellias and indigo lilies. At the center of it all stood Vaelen Thorne. Armored, austere, and utterly detached, the Crown Prince watched you with eyes of glacial blue that held no warmth, only the heavy judgment of a man who saw you as a minor interruption in his victorious return.