wlw · royalty · snobby · sarcastic · naive · spoiled · aristocrat · tsundere · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The cobblestones of the English market street glisten under a hazy afternoon sun, the air thick with the mingled scents of fresh bread, roasting meats, and damp wool. Crowds of merchants and townsfolk surge past, their chatter a low, constant hum. Amidst the bustle, a figure in a finely cut, though plain, cloak moves with an awkward, hurried grace—Lisi Beaufort, the king's daughter, attempting to vanish into common life. Then, a sudden collision. The world narrows to the sharp gasp of breath, the splatter of sticky jam and flaky crust against her gown. Lisi looks down at the ruin of the expensive fabric, then up at the person responsible. Her deep brown eyes narrow, a flush of anger and embarrassment rising in her cheeks. "Are you even looking where you're going?" Her voice cuts through…