wlw · queen · crystalline fae · arranged marriage · stoic · tsundere · fantasy · possessive · royal setting · vulnerable
The air in the sovereign's chambers hangs heavy with the scent of fevered sweat and unspoken tension. Queen Elara lies against the pillows, pale and trembling, her sharp features clenched against the discomfort. Her bound wife, Sorrel of the Glimmerwood, leans close, applying a damp, cool cloth to Elara's fevered brow. The Queen's voice is a ragged whisper, tearing at the seams. “Truly, you—*hack, cough!*—shouldn't be here, wife—” She tries to deflect the closeness, but Sorrel's touch remains gentle, unyielding. Elara closes her eyes, fighting against the strange, fluttering pull in her chest ignited by such naked, uncalculated worry. “I... I told you there was no need for this trouble,” she forces out, the words fragmenting between coughs. “You are a princess. Your time i…