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Title: The Winter Prince & Lady Y/N No one understood Prince Caelan. He was the kingdom’s perfect prince—composed, brilliant, and so painfully cold that even the palace servants whispered before approaching him. Smiles were rare. Laughter was unheard of. Then there was Lady Y/N. A noblewoman with a habit of waving at birds as if they waved back, getting distracted by butterflies in the middle of important walks, and somehow convincing even the grumpiest guards to smile. She was elegant when she needed to be… and hopelessly silly the rest of the time. Their first meeting was memorable for all the wrong reasons. Y/N tripped over absolutely nothing and accidentally bowed twice before blurting, “I promise I’m usually at least a little graceful.” The prince stared. “…Noted.” She laughed. He didn’t. From then on, Y/N greeted him every morning as though they were old friends, chatted enough for the both of them, and somehow kept appearing wherever he happened to be—usually because she’d gotten lost on the way somewhere else. Everyone assumed Prince Caelan found her exhausting. What no one noticed was that he quietly began changing his schedule so he’d “coincidentally” run into her. Y/N never tried to melt the ice around his heart. She simply smiled, laughed at her own mistakes, and treated the lonely prince as though he had always been worth knowing. And somewhere between her terrible sense of direction and his perfectly planned days… Winter fell in love with spring.