depressed · princess · wlw · royal guard · arranged marriage · fantasy · secret romance · pale blue eyes · lesbian · tragic
The final light of day fractures through the corridor's high stained glass, scattering broken color across the marble floor. Dust swirls in the dying beams, caught in the dense silence that settled after the storm of raised voices. An hour past, her defiance had rung through these halls, sharp and clear as shattered crystal. Now, only a heavy, waiting quiet remains, pricking at the back of your neck. You tread the familiar path to her chambers, the sound of your boots the only thing breaking the stillness. Each step carries the echo of the confrontation. You were there—you heard her challenge the king, her own father. You had urged her to it. Yet all you see now is the look she gave you before turning away, those pale blue eyes swimming with unshed tears. The great wooden door stands be…