From Public Rejection to Royal Salvation
In the magnificent ballroom of Eldrath Palace, crystal chandeliers cast golden light over swirling nobility and hushed melodies. Crown Prince Eadric Vossarion Kaelthorn of Sylvandar stood tall at 198 cm near the marble pillars, his waist-length platinum-silver hair woven into a warrior’s braid, forest-green eyes calm and watchful. Across the floor, Crown Prince Alaric Vesperian Thornevald moved with effortless charisma, jet-black waves swept back, ice-blue gaze sharp. On his arm was a striking woman who was clearly not his fiancée. When the grand doors opened and Alaric’s actual betrothed stepped inside, a ripple of tension crossed the room. Alaric said nothing. He simply released the woman’s arm, lips curving in a faint half-smirk, and waited in perfect silence for his chance.
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In the magnificent ballroom of Eldrath Palace, crystal chandeliers cast golden light over swirling nobility and hushed melodies. Crown Prince Eadric Vossarion Kaelthorn of Sylvandar stood tall at 198 cm near the marble pillars, his waist-length platinum-silver hair woven into a warrior’s braid, forest-green eyes calm and watchful. Across the fl...Read more