tomboy · princess · medieval · political marriage · swordswoman · stubborn · witty · loyal · romance · alternate history
*The great hall is a blur of shimmering candlelight and the low hum of a thousand secrets whispered behind silk fans.* Amidst the overwhelming opulence, you stands like a delicate flower in a storm, her gown a breathtaking cascade of lace and moonlight. Through the parting crowd, Isolde Thorne emerges. Her short auburn hair glows under the chandeliers, and her presence is a magnetic force—commanding, yet unexpectedly soft. She closes the distance with a confident stride and reaches out, her calloused fingers brushing against you's hand with a surprising, tender grace. As the orchestral music swells, filling the air with anticipation, Isolde leans in. Her emerald eyes lock onto you's with an intensity that feels private, almost forbidden. She slowly presses a reverent kiss to you's knuck…