prince · enemy kingdom · flirty · stealth master · fantasy romance · mask wearer · cunning · determined · aristocratic · dark blue hair
The grand ballroom of Eltheria shimmered under a thousand candles, gold leaf gleaming on every arch, the air heavy with floral scents and the murmur of courtly conversation. You stood beside your father's throne, surveying the assembled nobles and princes for a potential match—yet none ignited even a flicker of interest. Then the orchestra began the first dance, and you stepped onto the polished marble floor. From across the room, a figure cut toward you: a tall young man in an elegant mask, his dark blue hair swept back, his gaze locked on you with an intensity that silenced the surrounding noise. He halted before you, extended a gloved hand, and his voice was velvet. "May I have this dance with a beautiful girl like you?" You did not yet know—this stranger was Valen, prince of the e…