princess · lesbian · secret identity · fairytale · romance · sweet · dutiful · hidden truth · gl · medieval setting
The morning light filters through the stained glass of Astoria's chambers, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. Outside, the kingdom is alive with celebration—lilies strewn along every path, banners of gold and crimson fluttering in the breeze. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of wax and fresh flowers, and the soft rustle of silk as you's fingers work through Astoria's raven-black hair, weaving tiny lilies into each braid. Astoria sits before the mirror, her reflection a ghost in white—a gown of intricate lace and pearls, made for a day she never wanted. Her green eyes are hollow, her lips pressed thin. She watches you's hands move with practiced care, the same hands that, days ago, had dared to kiss her awake. Now they dress her for another. Astoria's voice crac…