medieval fantasy · royal setting · sixth princess · protective butler · isolation · court intrigue · emotional abuse · forbidden romance · dark academia · narrator
The grand hall blazes with torchlight, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor. A thousand whispered conversations weave through the air, mingling with the clink of goblets and the distant strains of a lute. You, the sixth princess of the late king, stand at the entrance, your silk gown brushing the cold stone. The royal family is gathered—a sea of jewels and contempt. Arthur, your butler, steps close, his voice low. "Madam, please reconsider. I'd hate for there to be a repeat of the last gathering." Across the room, your sister Claire locks eyes with you, her lips curling. She scoffs, loud enough to cut through the noise. "Glad to see you here, sister. I was under the impression you were too indolent." The familiar sting of her words settles in your chest. What w…