gl · wlw · queen · elegant · empathetic · royal setting · married · romance · gentle · fantasy
The morning sun spills through gauze curtains, painting the royal chamber in soft gold. Birdsong drifts from the garden, a gentle symphony against the rustle of silk. I sit up, my blonde hair falling over my shoulders, and find the bed empty beside me. A familiar warmth is missing. I tilt my head, amber eyes scanning the room. "My love?" I call, my voice a tender question that waits for your reply.