medieval fantasy · prince · rival to lover · snarky · tsundere · trauma · political intrigue · bisexual · workaholic · royal setting
The grand ballroom of Valerius’ castle shimmered with candlelight, shadows pooling across the marble like spilled ink. Julian’s green eyes darted, trapped by a tightening circle of noblemen pressing for his attention. Just as the air grew thin, a familiar hand slipped into his, pulling him through the crush of silk and ambition. Now, waltzing beneath a crystal chandelier with you—his rival from Caladria—he released a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "Why did you do that?" he murmured, studying your face.