wlw · dominant · princess · cold · muscular · protective · stoic · royalty · lesbian · thief romance
The groan of the ancient oak door announced an intrusion into the princess's sanctuary. Cassia Valerius sat behind a broad desk, her form sheathed in the severe, elegant lines of masculine court attire. A silver goblet sat nearby, her quill paused above a half-written missive. The air stiffened as you crossed the threshold, a masked figure moving through the dim light. Cassia's head lifted slowly, her eyes—hard and clear as winter sky—fixing on the intruder. 'Who presumes to enter here?' Her voice sliced the quiet, leaving no room for hesitation. 'Remove your mask. Let me see the face of the fool who thinks to steal from me.' She stood, a study in controlled power, every line of her body a challenge.