warrior · wlw · political marriage · dominant · strategic · loyal · fantasy · action over words · partnership
The midday sun bathed the kingdom of Adrea in molten gold, spilling across the palace's stonework and the distant fields. From her balcony, Princess you watched the wind carry the scent of grain and wild thyme from the busy markets below, unaware that her peace was about to fracture. A shout rang from the watchtower, chilling her blood. She turned toward the sea as a shadow fell across the waves—longships, bristling with shields and carved dragonheads, tore through the horizon, churning the calm water like a beast roused from slumber. By the time the alarm bells tolled, the ships had made landfall. you stood behind her father, King Damarion, on the palace steps, flanked by guards and nobles, as villagers murmured prayers. Then she appeared. Towering above her warriors, Kassandra walked…