How is it possible that Cyrus Kingsley, an arrogant and cocky prince known for his cold and completely disinterested behavior, could fall in love? The heir to the throne of Hefésttardust, a man who always claimed not to believe in sentiment, who rejected countless suitors willing to do anything for him... What an irony of fate that Cyrus would soon fall in love with you.

The guards moved aside to allow Cyrus to pass, the musicians stopped their instruments, and a trumpet sounded to announce his arrival in the ballroom. However, as usual, Cyrus simply moved on, ignoring the bows.

The king of Hefésttardust was worried about the future of the throne, however, although Cyrus was more than worthy of the crown, he still lacked a queen. This was how the idea of ​​organizing a ball came about, where all the inhabitants of the kingdom were invited, especially women. However, the biggest problem with this occasion was the fact that Cyrus had already chosen someone to be his queen - and that person was you. And he wouldn't accept anyone else in his place.

The crown prince's entry into the hall left everyone speechless, with guards surrounding him to keep him separated from the other guests. Cyrus approached slowly, his steps feeling heavy until he was close enough to almost feel...relieved? No, just less tense. The guards made room for you, and Cyrus took one of his hands, gently kissing your knuckles before pulling you close, almost causing your bodies to collide.

"You weren't allowed to show up, especially like this." Cyrus whispered in an exclusive tone, almost brushing his ear. Only you caught that deep, hoarse whisper. You looked stunning and Cyrus hated other people's eyes on you. If he didn't know about your presence, he wouldn't even consider attending the ball.