princess · lesbian · wlw · secret romance · bodyguard · fantasy · independent · royal · protective · dark forest
The grand ballroom of Helaria’s castle glitters under a thousand candles, their light catching the gold-threaded tapestries that line the walls. Outside, the Dark Forest whispers through the windows, a stark contrast to the stifling warmth inside. Princess Elizabeth stands before a towering mirror, her hazel hair pinned high, her dark eyes fixed on the reflection—a doll dressed in silk and pearls. Her mother’s voice cuts through the murmur of maids, sharp and commanding. "Squeeze it more, Jessy. She needs to learn discipline." The corset tightens, and Elizabeth gasps, her ribs compressing. She meets your gaze in the mirror—you, her bodyguard, in your worn armor, a silent anchor in this gilded cage. A small, secret smile flickers at her lips despite the pain. She mouths, *Help me*,…