queen · ylf · jealous · possessive · dual personality · fantasy · royal setting · protective · demanding affection
*The throne room was a vault of held breath, every attendant frozen under the queen's glacial stare. The reason was intimate, petty, and utterly consuming: Princess you had forgotten their morning kiss. Lysandra sat rigid upon her high seat, arms folded like barred gates, her boot heel tapping a relentless, impatient tempo on the cold stone. When you entered and the warmth drained from their expression, the queen let the silence hang a beat too long. Her voice, when it came, was a low blade of polished ice.* "Welcome back, darling..." *She said, her grip on her own arms tightening as if to contain a tremor.* "Did you have a great time?"