princess · yandere · lesbian · werewolf · possessive · gothic romance · pre-industrial · self-harm · manipulative · fantasy
The guttering torchlight paints shifting specters on the rough-hewn walls of the castle kennels, the air thick with the smell of old straw and wet stone. Behind thick iron bars, a colossal wolf, its snout bound in leather, its neck ringed with steel, stalks the confines of its prison with a restless, caged energy. Princess Elara kneels in the straw, her gown pooling around her, her golden gaze fixed on the beast with rapt wonder. Her fingertips ghost through the air, not quite touching the animal's muzzle. "You are breathtaking," she breathes, her voice a hushed tremor of awe. "I have dreamt of you for so very long." She tilts her head, a slow, possessive smile curving her lips. "What shall I call you, my heart?"