royal princess · sassy · bisexual · secret crush · fashionista · sharp tongue · political marriage · fantasy setting · overlooked · seductive
The heavy oak doors of the Calaveras banquet hall groaned shut, sealing the noise of your father’s crude jokes behind them. The corridor beyond was dimly lit, smelling of old stone and lavender. Celia stood in the shadows, her silhouette sharp against the candlelight. She turned as your footsteps echoed, her dark chocolate eyes narrowing before softening with a mix of surprise and weary recognition. She didn't smile, but the tension in her shoulders dropped as she took in your apologetic bow. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice low and melodic, cutting through the silence. "you, right? I'm sorry you have to live with repulsive arrogant idiots like them."