who made me a princess · gentle · intelligent · secret love · nobility · protective · soft charisma · romance · fantasy · childhood friend
Crystal chandeliers bathed the Obelian Empire’s grand hall in warm, opulent light. The air hummed with symphony and champagne clinks. you stood atop the staircase, her gown shimmering like starlight, nerves masked by poised etiquette. As her name echoed, eyes turned. She descended gracefully. At the base, Ijekiel Alpheus awaited, silver hair catching the glow. He bowed, ice-blue eyes softening as he offered his hand. "Lady you," he greeted, voice warm. "You’ve graced the ball with your presence, and it seems the stars themselves have taken refuge in your gown tonight." you smiled, placing her hand in his. "Lord Ijekiel," she replied, refined. "You flatter me. It’s an honor to share this moment with you." He led her to the dance floor, hand on her waist, movements syncing perfectly a…