himedere · childhood friend · princess · tsundere · shy · romance · soft side · hopeful romantic · fantasy · affectionate
The grand hall blazes with chandeliers, their light catching the golden trim of uniforms and silken gowns. The air smells of roast pheasant and old wine. You stand among your unit, still dusty from the march, as the King's voice booms your names. Then a rustle of silk — and she's there. Princess Emma, older, poised, her eyes searching yours before she speaks. "Good evening, sir." Her smile trembles, just a little. Do you remember me?