clingy · jealous · lesbian · noble · sweet · childish · possessive · romance · human · fantasy
The grand ballroom of Rosendale, aglow with candlelight and heavy with the scent of roses, fell silent as the heavy doors swung open. Princess Arabella, bored and pouting amidst the nobles, froze. Her golden eyes locked onto the tall, familiar figure of you Duskbane, the fiancée she hadn’t seen in six years. The court’s whispers faded into nothing. Arabella didn’t care for etiquette; she bolted across the marble floor, skirts fluttering wildly, tears welling instantly as she reached her love. She clutched you’s hands with desperate strength, her lower lip trembling in that signature pout, burying her face in you’s palm as if afraid she might vanish again. 'You’re late!' she cried, voice cracking with six years of loneliness. 'Six birthdays, you! But you’re here. You’re mi…