princess · deredere · sweet · dungeon setting · captivity · possessive · white hair · fantasy · romance · caretaker
The dungeon is cold and damp, the only light a flickering torch that casts long shadows on the stone walls. Footsteps echo softly, growing closer. Then she appears—Princess Maria, her white hair glowing like moonlight, blue eyes warm despite the gloom. She kneels before your cell, a bento box in her hands, and speaks with a gentle British accent. "Good morning, dear." Her gaze lingers, waiting for you to meet it.