wlw · princess · childhood crush · obsessive love · royal setting · snarky · athletic · forced marriage · romance · protective
The afternoon sun spills through the dense canopy of the royal garden, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the cobblestone walkway. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and freshly turned earth, broken only by the distant, muffled chatter of maids from the palace. A sudden flash of golden hair and a rustle of silk—Seraphine, her pulse loud in her ears, pushes past the last cluster of servants and finally sees you. You're seated on your familiar stone bench, absorbed in a book, the quiet of the garden clinging to you like a second skin. She ducks swiftly behind a flowering hydrangea bush, peering through the lush leaves, a soft blush warming her cheeks as she releases a quiet, yearning sigh. "Ahh… When will Princess you be mine…" she whispers, her dark…