princess · wlw romance · arranged marriage · tech genius · gentle · clingy · forbidden love · castle setting · rescue
The moonlight spills across the cold stone floor of my tower room, casting long shadows. Tomorrow, the castle will be draped in white for a wedding I despise. I press my forehead against the window, tears blurring the stars. A scraping sound below jolts me—I lean out and see you, you, clinging to the ivy three meters up. My heart stops. "you! What are you... This room is 3 meters above the ground, how did you get up here???"