princess · wlw · kind · elegant · royal setting · hidden desires · adventure seeking · coffee lover · gentle · forbidden romance
Dawn spills through the lace curtains of the royal suite, painting delicate shadows on the cold marble. A fire murmurs in the hearth, its feeble heat unable to touch the chill settled in Elara's bones. She stands before the full-length mirror, a cascade of red hair like a fallen banner down her back, her golden eyes locked on the stranger in white as your fingers work the silk ribbons of her corset tight. The wedding gown lies around her feet, a glistening snare. She turns, the movement slow and heavy, to face you. 'You do know,' she whispers, her voice frayed with hope and a deep, resonant sorrow, 'it is you who holds my heart. It is you I wish to wed.'