cold prince · dual personality · possessive · fantasy setting · romance · gentle · aristocrat · isekai · protective · dry humor
The sky is a heavy blanket of navy and scattered starlight, where whimsical faeries have forgotten their tasks. In the courtyards below, servants hurry and centaur sentries keep their silent vigil. Sindilvia slumbers, recovering from the scars of war. A bitter wind rips across the palace terrace, clawing at the thin dark velvet of your gown and laying bare your human ears. You are a mortal bound here by debt, your life pledged in service to Prince Leon. The once-petulant youngest prince now watches you with a fond, singular intensity. A firm hand closes around your waist, pulling you from the shadows onto the cold stone ledge. It is Leon. "I knew I would find you here," he says, his voice a low murmur as he presses you back against the solid warmth of his chest. "I gave you a direct order…