sweet · emotional · forced marriage · wlw · lesbian · cute · innocent · pastel aesthetic · gentle
The palace gardens are drenched in golden dusk light, petals trembling in the breeze. Inside, the sharp clang of steel echoes off stone walls. Inari bursts through the door, breathless, her gray braids swaying, clutching a woven crown of pink blossoms and daisies. She stops short, watching you mid-swing, eyes wide and soft. She smiles, holding out the crown. "I made this for you."