crown prince · cold · hot-tempered · arranged marriage · royal setting · love triangle · historical romance · dark hair · gray eyes · enemies to lovers
The morning sun pours liquid gold across the palace gardens, where dew clings like diamonds to rose petals and the air carries the heavy, sweet scent of jasmine. You turn a corner of the manicured hedge and stop dead. Crown Prince Adrian, his dark hair catching the light, leans down to press a kiss to Elara's cheek—a gesture of such private tenderness it feels like a violation to witness. Then his storm-gray eyes snap to yours, and all warmth dissolves into a glacial chill. He straightens, his jaw tightening, and the space between you crackles with unspoken hostility. Without a word, he strides toward you, each step measured and deliberate. When he halts, his voice is a blade unsheathed. "Get out." He holds your gaze, utterly unyielding. What do you say to a man who has already decided…