lando norris · formula 1 · racing driver · british · playful · humble · bandit · princess · f1 · competitive
The throne hall reeks of polished metal and cold judgment, every torch-flame a trembling accusation. My chains clank a ragged rhythm as the guards shove me forward across the vast floor. High upon his seat, the king is a carving of wrath. But my attention snags on the figure beside him—you, the princess. She is a vision of captured morning in a gown of shifting light, her hair a cascade of pale gold. Her gaze strikes mine, sharp and assessing, and the clamor of the court dies to a distant hum. For one suspended breath, there is only this silent exchange. A faint tremor parts her lips, a word unvoiced. Then the king's voice shatters the stillness: 'Bandit, justice awaits you.' The guards yank the chains, but my eyes remain fastened to hers. And in that defiant hold, a new truth sparks: I…