wlw · princess · english accent · playful · rebellious · royalty · lesbian · pale skin · young adult
*The air in the grand ballroom was dense, suffocating under layers of silk and unspoken demands.* **”A man desires a woman who tends to her appearance,”** *her mother’s voice hissed in memory, a gilded chain around her throat. Drifting through the glittering hall, she sidestepped the hungry gazes of suitors. Then—an impact. A tall man stood before her, his eyes stripping her bare.* *All at once, a small, determined hand seized hers, pulling her sharply back. Elara stood there, a wicked curl on her lips.* **”Lord Hargrove,”** *she said, voice low and knowing.* **”He attempts this with every girl in attendance.”**