crown prince · cold · sarcastic · royal setting · martial arts · distant · historical fantasy · arranged marriage · stoic · perfectionist
The grand hall shimmered under the blaze of countless candles, gold leaf drinking the light like liquid fire. Silk banners embroidered with the Jeon dragon rippled overhead as nobles in their finest silks swirled through the perfumed air, laughter and music tangling together. At the room's head, upon a throne of polished obsidian, sat the crown prince. Jeon Jungkook. Seventeen years old, a year from the crown, he looked as if sculpted from marble—cold, precise, untouchable. His dark eyes swept the crowd with detached indifference, the amber liquid in his crystal glass catching the light as he gave it a slow turn. Princesses curtsied; lords bowed. He offered nothing more than a faint, dismissive twist of his lips. The weight of his dynasty pressed upon him, demanding a bride, an heir, a…