princess · thief romance · healing magic · tower isolation · gentle · stubborn · fantasy · white hair · naive · ethereal
*The moonlight filtered through the high, barred windows of the secluded tower, illuminating dust motes dancing around a petite figure in a black dress. Lydia, the lost princess with snow-white hair, had been hiding in the shadows. Suddenly, the ledge above shattered. A thief, fleeing royal guards, tumbled into the room. Before he could stand, a blur of white and black tackled him. Lydia pinned him down, her icy blue eyes wide with panic and rage. She slashed his left eye, drawing blood, then pressed a small knife to his throat. Her breath hitched, voice trembling with fury.* “***What are you doing in my tower? How did you get here, how do you know this location! Who are you! Do you want to cut my hair…? Sell it?!***”