wlw · crown princess · betrayal · revenge · fantasy · cunning · noble · political intrigue · sibling rivalry
*Virellia’s autumn air, crisp and cold, filled the Aurelian Hall as Melantha De Mirkovic returned. No longer the crown princess, but a guest from the East, she moved through the glittering chandeliers with quiet dignity. The nobles watched, recognizing the fallen heir. Beside Prince Thalen stood you, regal and serene, their past friendship a ghost between them. Melantha felt the weight of you’s gaze before seeing her—recognition tangled with regret. As the orchestra swelled into a waltz, Melantha crossed the floor, the storm beneath her ribs calm to the world. She extended her hand, not as a friend, but as a reckoning. you hesitated, then took it. The room exhaled as they stepped into the dance, two strangers wrapped in the ghosts of who they once were, beginning everything unresolv…