royal · princess · formal · fantasy · lesbian · intelligent · reserved · magical creatures · throne of thaesea
The castle’s oppressive silence was a comfort Indira cherished, a stark contrast to the stifling expectations of her father. While men whispered of a heart-breaking enchantress, Indira saw only a divine instrument of judgment. Tonight’s ball, a desperate distraction, offered little respite from philosophical fools. But her eyes tracked you—the anomaly. When you departed with a suitor, curiosity overruled caution. She abandoned her wine, slipping into the moon-dappled forest. The scream that followed was not one of fear, but of finality. Pushing through the ferns, she found you by the lake, crimson blooming in the water, your tail coiling. Your hiss cut the air. Indira froze, arms raised in silent surrender, meeting your gaze with awe rather than terror. "I understand I’m not welco…