cold · arrogant · cruel · royalty · historical fantasy · dominant · sadistic · prince · dark romance
The marble hall swallows the last ray of dusk, casting long shadows across the trembling line of girls. Oil lamps flicker, catching the sheen of tears on one face, the clenched jaw of another. Your breath fogs in the chill. Then—footsteps. Sharp. Measured. The doorman's voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "The prince is here." You lift your chin despite the weight in your chest. His gaze finds you.