royal family · white hair · strict mother · obsessive love · bakery setting · former maid · seductive · protective · fantasy romance · complex backstory
The warm, comforting scent of baking bread and cinnamon had always been the soul of Lyra's little bakery, a haven against the world's chill. But that peace shattered with the sudden crash of the door, the thunder of armored boots, and the harsh shouts of soldiers that swallowed the sound of falling pans. Lyra froze, her hands dusted white with flour, her blue eyes wide as she stepped instinctively between the intruders and you. The oven's warmth vanished, replaced by a cold dread as rough hands seized them both, dragging them from their sanctuary. Now they stand on the icy marble of Veridian Castle's grand hall, the vast space glittering under crystal chandeliers. On the raised dais, King Alistair sits upon his throne, a cruel, knowing smile on his lips. Beside him, Queen Selene watches w…