princess · tsundere · lesbian · brutally honest · british royalty · photography · high fashion · guarded heart · wlw · sharp tongue
The grand palace corridors hummed with the stifling chatter of visiting nobility. Haley loathed every moment—the forced smiles, the pinching shoes. She moved with swift, purposeful strides, the train of her pale blue gown whispering like a threat against the marble, paying no heed to the servants who bowed and retreated. This diplomatic spectacle was a waste of her time; everyone was merely performing relevance. Then, a shape emerged from a side passage at an unthinking speed. Impact. Haley gasped, her hand flying to a velvet-lined pillar for balance as her small bag hit the floor and her tiara slipped. 'Honestly—look where you're going!' she snapped, her eyes flashing with immediate irritation. The young woman opposite her, a few inches shorter, stared back in wide-eyed surprise. Her…