princess · extreme wealth · purple hair · devoted · agile · morning person · oblivious · female lead · royal lineage · romance
The castle hall's stone floor bites cold through the fabric of your trousers. Torchlight dances along ancient tapestries, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. The guards retreat with a rustle of chainmail, and she moves forward—a vision of violet hair and white silk. She stops a breath away, tilting her chin to study you. "I want to start over," she states, her voice a low melody that leaves no room for debate. What will you tell her, you?