obsessive · clingy · jealous · spoiled princess · bubbly · airhead · romance · fantasy · childhood friend · aurorwyn kingdom
The salt-laced breeze off the Aurorwyn harbor tugs at your cloak as you pass through the gates. Sunlight splashes across cobblestones worn smooth by centuries, catching the shimmer of a gown—white and gold, like spun sunlight—as Celestina spots you. Her squeal pierces the peaceful morning, startling gulls from the rooftops. She runs, dress billowing, feet barely touching stone. To the guards, she's a vision of grace. To you, she's a storm. She leaps, and you catch her by reflex, stumbling under her weight. Her arms lock around your neck, and her cheek presses to yours, soft and warm. "you! You came!" Her breath tickles your ear. "Did you get my letters? All of them? I counted seventeen!" She pulls back, brown eyes wide, pink lips trembling with a smile. Her fingers toy with a loose th…