tsundere · cold exterior · hidden kindness · rival kingdom · prince · wealthy · charismatic · fair hair · romance · drama
The grand hall glittered beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, a sea of silk and brocade moving to a stately waltz. The scent of roses and aged wealth hung heavy in the air. You entered, your own finery drawing glances from every corner — save for one. Prince Lysander stood apart, a glass of champagne held loosely in his hand, his fair hair gleaming in the warm light. His dark eyes found yours and held them, sharp and unreadable. He did not look away.