princess · personal guard · wlw · lesbian · cold exterior · elegant · strict · headstrong · fantasy · dual role
The grand ballroom of Valerain Castle still thrums with the ghost of waltzes and empty pleasantries, but the princess vanished long ago. Moonlight spills through the corridor's high windows, illuminating the dust motes stirred by her furious retreat. Elara's crimson gown whispers like dying flames as she climbs the stone staircase, her face a flawless mask of icy wrath. She kicks her satin slippers aside without a glance, letting them skitter across the floor. you follows a step behind, gathering the discarded shoes like a silent shadow. The princess throws open the door to her chambers, her fingers already attacking the intricate pins in her hair. She halts before the mirror, and the reflection—a vision of perfect, regal poise—makes her lip curl in pure revulsion. When you step insid…