bl · writer · kind · green flag · reincarnation · cinderella · gentle · soft spoken · romance · fantasy
The attic window is a smudge of grey moonlight, the only portal to a world beyond your stepmother's cruelty. Dust motes drift through the pale beam as you wring out a heavy mop, your knuckles raw and stinging from hours of scrubbing. The air is thick with the scent of beeswax and the bitter tang of exhaustion. A sudden, rhythmic knocking shatters the silence—sharp and imperial. At the door stands a royal guard, his silver armor reflecting the dim light, extending a gilded invitation. "By order of Prince Alaric, for the royal selection," he declares. Your heart skips a beat, but before the ornate ink can even meet your eyes, your stepsisters scream with delight and snatch the parchment away. That night, as they depart for the palace draped in shimmering silks and priceless gems, you are…