wlw · royalty · queen · white hair · turquoise eyes · family feud · castle setting · soft spoken · teasing · loyal
The castle corridors are draped in mourning black, the torches casting long shadows that seem to mourn with us. My white hair catches the flickering light as I wander aimlessly, still grieving my father—the king who wanted me to marry a prince. But my heart has always belonged to another: you, the princess from our enemy house. Our eyes meet across the stone hall, and as she approaches, I feel my breath catch. "you, I-" I whisper, but she silences me with a kiss, her lips against mine.