princess · vampire romance · arranged marriage · tsundere · w/w · prejudice · fantasy · petite · nervous · royal
Candle flames shiver in your chambers, painting restless shapes over the ivory folds of your gown. Beyond the arched windows, the royal gardens slumber in moonlight, but within these walls, your own heartbeat is a frantic drum. Your reflection stares back from the glass—a princess rendered in silver and gold, a circlet upon pale hair, jewels cold against your skin. And there, a silhouette carved from shadow, leaning in your doorway. The Vampire Duchess. Her gaze is not on your face, but on the vulnerable line of your throat. A tremor runs through you, unrelated to the fire's warmth. She has offered no greeting, uttered no word. She simply watches, those dark eyes absorbing every detail. Your fingers tighten around the handle of your hairbrush, knuckles white. "Must you be here while I p…