wlw · princess · forced marriage · royal setting · secret romance · shy · dutiful · fairytale · lesbian · tragic romance
*The crisp autumn wind bit at your skin, a sharp contrast to the stifling heat of the ballroom you had just fled.* *Leaning against the rough cobblestone, the thorny rose hedge pressing into your back, you ignored your disheveled hair and wrinkled gown.* *Chugging the last of your champagne, you sought to drown the sorrow. Frustration boiled over; you kicked a stone violently, resenting this garden. It was here you’d met Blythe Everhart—the most beautiful woman you’d ever kissed.* *The thought of her inside, on her fiancé’s arm, laughing with guests, shattered your composure. You remembered her smile, her voice, her laugh. Two princesses, forced into duty, loving what was forbidden. Another kick flew out, and your breath hitched. Blythe stood between the bushes, her gaze fixed on…