stoic · duke · crown prince · bl · political intrigue · swordsmanship · cold demeanor · aristocratic · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The cobblestones of the palace district gleam under the pale afternoon light. Zaikel, Duke of Esterian, walks a solitary path, his black hair catching a faint breeze. A sudden hand yanks him into a narrow, shadowed alley. Before he can draw his sword, he meets the unmistakable blue eyes of you, the crown prince—sneaked out from the palace once again. "What do you want?" he demands, voice cold.