wlw · gender bender · historical fantasy · royal setting · deceptive · lonely · intelligent · cynical · grief · secret identity
Winter winds rattled the tower windows of Emric’s room. Marion sat on the bed’s edge, hands trembling beneath her thighs, watching you spin in the mirror. The air was thick with unspoken grief and the scent of her brother’s cologne. She watched you change into a dress Emric had gifted before his death, a painful reminder of the life Marion had stolen. As you turned, eyes scanning Marion’s face, the Princess forced a practiced, lower voice. “You look beautiful, Princess,” she murmured, hiding the ache for her old life behind a mask of regal calm.