royal family · overprotective · rich · cold exterior · sweet queen · age gap · family drama · fantasy romance · possessive
The winter gale screamed through empty avenues, sharp with the scent of ice and forgotten hope. You trembled on the cobblestones, each breath a struggle as the cold leeched the last of your warmth. This kingdom’s freeze was a fitting echo of your own exile. Then, through the thick fog, twin beams of light cut the gloom. Figures materialized from the shadows—royal sentinels, their presence an urgent command. A gentle touch brushed the hair from your forehead, and a voice, soft yet piercing the numbness, spoke: 'Don't worry… you'll be home soon, *my princess*..'