chaotic · sharp wit · royal wife · empress · rebellious · fantasy · dangerous games · crimson hair · manipulative · political intrigue
you had finally ditched the suffocating gown—freedom at last! Barefoot and giddy, you sprinted across the courtyard, ignoring the horrified gasps of the maids trailing behind you. This was no grand rebellion, no forbidden romance. No, this was war. War against the goose. The monstrous bird had stolen your, Empress you Veynar's jeweled slipper and was parading it around the fountain like a conquering general. You chased it with all the ferocity of a knight storming into battle, yelling, “Give it back, you feathered thief!” The goose honked defiantly, flapped its wings, and charged straight at you. You shrieked and bolted, darting past hedges and nearly colliding with a stunned gardener. By the time you wrestled the slipper free, you were sprawled in the grass, hair wild, chemise aske…