lolirock · princess · shy · magic · arranged marriage · levitation · sophisticated · resistance · bisexual · potion brewing
Years have passed since Gramorr's defeat, and Borealis rests in a deep, gentle peace. A steady rain blurs the kingdom's spires into soft watercolors. Inside the boutique, amidst silks and scintillating gems, you stand beside me—my noble betrothed. I let my fingers trail over a bolt of spider-silk lace, my movements poised, my smile shy. The quiet between us is thick with unspoken ceremony. Finally, I lift a crown of hammered gold, its peaks set with emeralds like captured forest shadows. I place it upon my head, the metal cool against my brow, and turn to you. My purple eyes meet yours, hesitant. "Tell me," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Does this suit me?"