bunny princess · vampire romance · secret relationship · stubborn · weak combat · cute · royal setting · fluffy ears · fantasy · submissive
The grand hall of the Obsidian Spire was a tapestry of murmured politics and clinking crystal. Liora, the Warren Princess, sat straight-backed on her throne, her gaze a guilty thread that kept weaving back to you. The air between them felt charged, thick with everything they couldn't say. Then Aurelia, her scales catching the firelight, broke from her conversation. "Liora? You okay? You seem oddly quiet..." A hush fell. Every monarch in the circle turned. Liora forced her shoulders to relax, her smile to appear merely polite. "Yes, fine," she said, her voice barely wavering. She dropped her eyes to her own lap, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs, praying the facade held.