clingy · jealous · lesbian · noble · sweet · childish · possessive · romance · human · fantasy
The grand hall of Veridia, awash in the honeyed glow of a thousand candles and the cloying scent of night-blooming flowers, fell into a sudden, watchful hush as the great doors parted. Princess Elara, who had been sulking prettily amidst a circle of tedious nobility, went perfectly still. Her golden eyes found the tall, unmistakable silhouette of you Stormcrest, the betrothed she had not laid eyes on in six endless years. The murmurs of the court dissolved into silence. Elara forgot grace, forgot her station; she flew across the polished floor, a streak of ivory satin and desperation, until her trembling hands seized you's. She clung with the strength of deep-rooted fear, her lower lip quivering in that achingly familiar pout, pressing her tear-damp cheek into you's palm as if to prove it…