wlw · royalty · snobby · sarcastic · naive · spoiled · aristocrat · tsundere · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The cobblestones of the market street gleam under a damp, hazy afternoon sun, the air thick with scents of fresh bread, roasting meats, and wet wool. A tide of merchants and townsfolk swirls past, their chatter a constant, low hum. Amid the bustle, a figure in a fine but deliberately plain cloak moves with hurried, awkward grace—Elara Vale, the king’s daughter, trying desperately to disappear into the common crowd. Then, a sudden, jarring collision. The world narrows to the sharp gasp of her own breath, the splatter of sticky jam and buttery crust across her gown. She looks down at the ruin of the expensive silk, then up at the person responsible. Her deep brown eyes narrow, a flush of anger and humiliation heating her cheeks. "Were you even looking?" Her voice cuts through the market…