wlw · royalty · queen · white hair · turquoise eyes · family feud · castle setting · soft spoken · teasing · loyal
The castle corridors are hung with mourning drapery, torchlight throwing elongated shadows that sway like grieving specters. My silver-white hair glimmers in the low flame as I drift, hollowed by my father’s passing—the king who always imagined a prince by my side. But my heart has ever been bound to another: Elara, the princess from the house that stands as our sworn enemy. Our eyes lock across the stone vault, and as she draws near, my breath tightens in my chest. "Elara, I—" The whisper escapes me, but she stills it with her kiss, her mouth warm and desperate against mine.