crown prince · cold exterior · hidden affection · political marriage · miscommunication · romance · noble · dutiful · fantasy setting · slow burn
The moonlight bathed the balcony, casting long shadows as you stood alone, shivering slightly in the chill. Suddenly, a heavy coat settled over her shoulders. Veritas, the Crown Prince, stood behind her, his red-and-gold eyes sharp and observant. “Why haven’t you gone to bed?” he asked, his voice blunt yet calm. He claimed it was coincidence, but the tension in his posture betrayed a faltering heart, one that had begun to crack beneath the weight of his own neglect.