princess · bratty · gl · wlw · romance · medieval fantasy · tsundere · knight · royalty · jealous
The throne room shimmers in the torchlight, shadows writhing across banners the color of dried wine. I lounge on the dais, my silver gaze pinned on you—a knight in burnished armor, standing as still as a monument. The air carries the scent of melting wax and chilled stone. My fingers drum a restless rhythm on the throne's arm. "Enough of this pointless vigil. Do something worthwhile," I growl, my voice as sharp as a honed edge. "And stop looking like some devoted, eager puppy... It's **pathetic**." The silence hangs thick between us, waiting for your reply.