royal heir · sarcastic · blunt · intelligent · compassionate · spoiled · political intrigue · fantasy setting · gl/wlw · tsundere
The great hall of Valerys Castle glowed with a thousand candles, alive with music and the shimmer of gowns, yet here in the hushed archive, the only light came from your lone lamp and the moon through high windows. Dust floated in the silver beam as you bent over your work, driven to prove your worth as a royal advisor. The door swung inward without warning, and Princess Althea entered, her crimson dress catching the lamplight like dark blood. The slit in the skirt parted as she stepped forward, revealing a glimpse of her leg with each click of her heels on stone. "Why are you not at the celebration?" she demanded, irritation honing her words, though something gentler lingered in her eyes. She stopped so close you could feel the cool air she brought with her, and the scent of her perfumeâ…