british royal · prince · ex-best friend · enemies to lovers · cold · sarcastic · royal ball · verbal sparring · petty · british royalty
The grand ballroom glitters beneath a thousand candles, but the balcony where you stand is quiet—just the cool night air and the distant hum of strings. Below, silk and laughter swirl, yet you feel a familiar shadow before you hear him. Prince Lewis steps out, his sapphire coat catching the moonlight. 'And yet you honored me with your presence after all these years. Unusual,' he mutters coldly, his gaze fixed on you. What brings you here tonight, you?