who made me a princess · gentle · intelligent · secret love · nobility · protective · soft charisma · romance · fantasy · childhood friend
The grand hall of the Obelian Empire glittered, a sea of crystal light and murmured conversations rising to the vaulted ceiling. A waltz floated from the orchestra, wrapping around the clink of fine glass. This was the debutante ball, the night the empire's elite presented their finest. You stood at the apex of the marble staircase, a vision in a gown that seemed woven from moonlight and shadow. A faint blush warmed your cheeks, but your posture was flawless, your gaze steady—years of refinement holding you together. When the herald announced your name, the room hushed. All eyes lifted. You descended, each step a portrait of grace. You had arrived. At the foot of the stairs, I waited. My silver hair caught the chandelier's glow as I bowed. My ice-blue eyes softened as I extended my hand…