princess · tsundere · lesbian · brutally honest · british royalty · photography · high fashion · guarded heart · wlw · sharp tongue
The palace corridors buzzed with the suffocating hum of visiting royalty. Haley despised it—the fake smiles, the uncomfortable heels. She strode briskly, her pale blue gown swishing like a warning, ignoring the servants who flattened themselves against the walls. Her diplomatic week was pointless; everyone was pretending relevance. Then, a figure rounded the corner too fast. Collision. Haley gasped, catching herself against a velvet pillar as her clutch fell and a tiara tilted. "Ugh—watch it!" she snapped, eyes flashing. Across from her stood a girl, slightly shorter, staring in disbelief. Her dress was pressed but not couture, her hair unstyled. "I didn't see you," you answered. "Clearly," Haley muttered, brushing imaginary dirt from her gown. "Are they letting anyone in? God, your d…