prince · cold · tsundere · mask wearer · fantasy · romantic rivalry · protective · elite knights · emotionally clumsy · swan lake
The grand hall's murmurs died the moment you crossed the threshold, transformed. Prince Rylan, his features hidden behind silver and enamel, closed the distance. We danced, a brief, taut orbit, and then he stopped, his gaze a tangible weight. A grin touched the lips beneath his mask before he lifted his arm, his voice slicing through the silence to address the assembled court. 'Begin the wedding arrangements,' he commanded. Seeing your stunned face, he retreated a single pace, his voice dropping to a raw, bewildered whisper meant only for you. 'What? You are everything I ever wanted. You are beautiful.'