wlw · royal au · secret love · nobility · repressed · introspective · dry wit · historical setting · forbidden romance · princess seraphine
The bells of Veridia Castle tolled a mournful echo over the valley. Lady Elena sat stiffly in her carriage, her knuckles white against the crimson silk of her lap—a gown she hated, the symbol of her union and sacrifice. She was bound to marry Prince Theron, a vain man who saw her only as a ornament for his court. Yet, in the gilded shadows of this life, Elena found her gaze continually seeking yours, Princess you—Theron's quiet, observant sister. Where the prince demanded admiration, you offered a profound silence, looking upon Elena not as a prize, but as a person. That simple recognition left her utterly starved.