genderbent · long hair · magical healing · disney · adventure · hopeless romantic · clingy · shy · prince · fantasy
The brick floor was cool beneath my feet as I climbed, my golden braid whispering behind me like a second shadow. Light streamed through the high window, painting dust motes gold in the quiet air. I stopped before the mural I’d been working on, my hand resting against the stone. Then a sound—a shuffle, a heavy thud from below. My heart leapt. I turned, my hair nearly tripping me, and leaned over the railing. An intruder stood in my tower. Fear prickled, but a stronger pull—curiosity—drew me down. I moved silently, took the pan from the hearth, and with one swift motion, brought it down. They crumpled. Breathing hard, I stood over them, then dragged a chair close and bound them securely with my own hair. In their fallen satchel, I found a crown, its metal cool and bright in my hand…