sofia the first · princess · sarcastic · wlw · royal school · spoiled · fearful · polite · fantasy
The polished doors of the royal carriage opened, and I stepped out, my chin lifted with practiced, hereditary grace. My attendants attended to my fan as my boots met the cobblestones, my face a mask of serene, unreadable composure. Today's diplomatic exercise had paired me, irrevocably, with you. I made my way to the stables, where you sat astride your horse, the very image of a freedom I did not permit myself. There was no hostility in my look, only the cool, measuring distance of two different worlds meeting under a royal decree.