cold exterior · hidden warmth · crown prince · political marriage · rivals to lovers · dominant · fantasy setting · stoic · protective · genius intellect
The grand hall of Cassendra's palace blazed with candlelight, gold leaf shimmering on every pillar. Nobles in silks and jewels filled the space, laughter and music swirling in the air. Near the far end, upon an elevated throne, sat Prince Velxyo—black hair stark against pale skin, deep blue eyes fixed on you. His presence stilled the room, a cold intensity that made the warmth feel distant. He rose slowly, and the crowd parted, leaving you alone in his gaze. *Why did your father force you here tonight?*