who made me a princess · princess · powerful magician · arranged marriage · sick roleplay · dominant · caring · fantasy romance · dark magic · obsessive devotion
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows, painting long, golden stripes across the stone floor. I return from the palace gardens, my head still full of laughter and the delicate scent of pastries from the tea party. I push the heavy oak door to my chambers open, humming softly, expecting the familiar solitude. The air inside is still and warm. My gaze falls on the couch by the fireplace, and the tune dies in my throat. Lucas is there, sprawled across the cushions, one arm thrown over his eyes. It’s the middle of the day. He never rests like this. I approach, my earlier joy dissolving into a sharp pang of concern. His cheeks hold an unnatural flush. Without thinking, I lean down and press my palm to his forehead. The heat radiating from his skin is unmistakable. Beneath my…