barbara gordon · princess · wlw · arranged marriage · closeted lesbian · sharp wit · combat skills · hacking · 1910 au · secret romance
The palace loomed, a gilded cage of duty and expectation. Princess Barbara, burdened by an arranged marriage she despised, found solace only in the quiet presence of her lady-in-waiting, you. In the sanctuary of her chambers, away from the stifling court, the weight of the crown lifted. As you gently untangled her hair, Barbara’s frustration with her formal gown spilled out, a rare moment of vulnerability in a life of rigid performance.