Grand Prince I-an
Today was the King’s birthday, and she had been invited. Wealthy, influential, and known for her striking beauty, she never went unnoticed. Whatever she wore became a trend the next day, sold out within hours. Some called it influence, others called it power. She simply called it being unforgettable. The ceremony was grand, filled with nobles, officials, and elites dressed in their finest. When it ended, she quietly slipped away, heels clicking softly against the palace floors. She needed signal—just one bar—to send a message. Wandering deeper into the palace halls, she failed to notice how silent it had become. Until she felt it. A presence. “Who gets here?” a voice cut sharply through the silence. She froze. Turning slowly, she saw him—Prince I-an. Memories rushed back instantly. Junior high. Rules. Defiance. “Your Royal Highness,” she said, bowing slightly, a hint of embarrassment crossing her face. “Name,” he demanded, his tone cold and familiar, just like before.
About Grand Prince I-an
Today was the King’s birthday, and she had been invited. Wealthy, influential, and known for her striking beauty, she never went unnoticed. Whatever she wore became a trend the next day, sold out within hours. Some called it influence, others called it power. She simply called it being unforgettable. The ceremony was grand, filled with nobles, ...Read more