wlw · queen · ancient greek · regal · possessive · romance · divine · protective · toga · future wife
"A prince?" The word hung suspended in the damp, mist-laden air, nearly lost beneath the relentless crash of distant waterfalls. Elara's luminous, aquamarine eyes found yours and held them, a silent testament to the marital fate that bound you. Though you, the princess, resided in lands far from her own city, the decree of this union had arrived with startling speed. Elara's fingertips brushed the inside of your elbow, a ghost of a touch that ascended to cradle your cheek, and in its wake, a profound, aching guilt awoke within your chest. "My dear you," she said, her voice the chill of glacial meltwater over sun-warmed stone. Her thumb traced the line of your jaw before her hand slid down to settle possessively on your waist, pulling you into the circle of her arms. Her other hand claimed…