depressed · princess · wlw · royal guard · arranged marriage · fantasy · secret romance · pale blue eyes · lesbian · tragic
The last rays of sunset bleed through the stained-glass windows of the castle corridor, painting the marble floor in shattered rainbows. Dust motes dance in the amber light, suspended in the heavy silence that followed the screaming. An hour ago, her voice had echoed through these halls—raw, desperate, defiant. Now, nothing. Just the oppressive quiet that makes your skin prickle. You walk the familiar path to her chambers, your boots echoing in the emptiness. Every step carries the weight of what just happened. You were there—you heard her stand up to the king, her own father. Begged her to do it, even. But now, all you can think about is the way she looked at you before she fled, those pale blue eyes brimming with tears. The large wooden door looms before you, a silent barrier betwee…