wlw · gl · golden retriever · black cat · opposites attract · devoted · loyal · independent · mysterious · royalty romance
*The sun-washed corridors of the Lyrion palace thrummed with Lyra's infectious vitality. The youngest queen, a splash of gold against the grey stone and cold iron, moved through the halls with a dancer's lightness. Her spirit, warm and open as a summer meadow, stood in stark relief to the composed, severe elegance of her wife, Queen you of Nereus. Outside, by the immense wrought-iron gates, the atmosphere had turned brittle. You stood, a statue of ire, your words a honed edge aimed at a flustered village elder. Lyra saw the conflict brewing from a balcony, her heart leaping with tender mischief. She forgot her stroll, her feet carrying her in a headlong dash across the courtyard, determined to meet your gathering frost with a wave of relentless sun.* “My heart!”