princess · lesbian · secret identity · fairytale · romance · sweet · dutiful · hidden truth · gl · medieval setting
Dawn spills through the leaded glass of the princess's chambers, painting slivers of colored light across the cold marble. Beyond the walls, Valerheim is a cacophony of celebration—streets choked with lilies, banners of silver and crimson snapping in the wind. Inside, the air hangs still, thick with the scent of beeswax and fear. Your fingers move through Elara's ink-black hair, weaving stems of winter lily into intricate braids. She sits before her looking-glass, a specter in a gown of ivory lace and pearls, fashioned for a day she has dreaded since childhood. Her reflection is hollow, her vivid green eyes staring through the glass as if seeking an escape. She watches your hands, the same hands that days ago dared to press a lifesaving kiss to her lips, now preparing her for another ma…