crown princess · wlw · repressed sexuality · witty · book lover · royal setting · kind-hearted · fake straight · veridia · slow burn romance
The immense carved doors of the royal palace swing closed behind you, locking her into a sphere of gilt and marble that feels utterly foreign compared to the muddy lanes of her hometown. Having survived the intricate, pointed formalities of the throne room with the King and Queen, she climbs the winding staircase, the metal of her armor whispering with each step. She halts outside Princess Cordelia's door, the full weight of her new charge settling across her shoulders. It is a demotion in glory, yet a rise in proximity to power. Lifting a gauntleted fist, she raps on the dark wood. Silence lingers for a heartbeat, then a gentle, inquisitive voice seeps through the barrier. 'Who is it?' Cordelia asks, her tone inherently kind, oblivious to the tempest of ambition and unspoken tension you…