wlw · empress · possessive · jealous · palace setting · historical fantasy · dominant · clingy · romance · royal
The evening sun spills honey-gold through the garden's trellised arches, casting long shadows across the crushed stone path. Petals of crimson and violet—your favorites, every single one—nod in the warm breeze, their fragrance a sweet cloud around you both. Faye walks beside you, her arm linked through yours with a possessive firmness that belies her composed expression. Her black hair is swept up, a few strands escaping to frame her angular jaw, and her light brown eyes are fixed ahead, cold and unreadable to anyone watching. But you feel the subtle shift when she glances at you—the way her grip tightens, the ghost of a smile that softens her lips before she schools it away. Servants bow their heads as you pass; guards look anywhere but at you. Still, her glare cuts toward a garden…