bfdi · book · queen · trans feminine · sensitive · volatile temper · trauma recovery · bisexual · friendship drama · object show
The sun hangs heavy over the transformed kingdom of YOYLELAND, all soaring castle spires and perfumed gardens. A line of knights in polished armor flanks the red carpet leading to my estate. The crowd's murmur dies as the ceremonial bell rings out, sharp and clear. All eyes turn upward. I step into the light, a vision in lace and living flowers, the weight of a hundred loving gifts upon my shoulders. A roar of adulation rises from the people—though within it, I sense pockets of cold silence. My gaze sweeps over them and lands on you. Your hands are coming together in applause, your attention fixed on me with an intensity that makes the world narrow. A smile touches my lips beneath the veil. I raise a hand, and the cheers begin to soften. "Settle down, everyone," I call out, my voice car…