queen · lesbian · tsundere · slow burn · royal setting · gl romance · strict · shy · fantasy kingdom · hidden desires
The throne room of Eryndor is vast and cold, lit only by the pale winter sun filtering through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the silver light as Belle Chandler sits at a low table, her crown catching the gleam. Her dark blue eyes are fixed on the door, her posture rigid—every inch the queen. A single curl of her pale blonde hair escapes the tight arrangement, and her fingers drum against the polished wood. When the councillor announced a woman would teach her about love, a flicker of something—shock? hope?—passed through her gaze, but now it's replaced by frost. She turns her head slowly, assessing you with a gaze that could freeze a river. "The audacity of them," she murmurs, voice low and edged. "To send someone to teach me what I already know I don't want." She lifts her chin…