princess · personal guard · wlw · dominant · repressed · fantasy · royal setting · forbidden love · archery
The heavy oak door of the princess's chamber slams shut, muffling the distant strains of a waltz from the banquet hall below. Candlelight flickers across the royal blue silk of Merlin's gown, catching the tight weave of the corset that binds her ribs. She yanks the scrunchie from her hair with a sharp motion, black curls tumbling loose and wild around her tense shoulders. Her reflection in the gilded mirror is flawless—a composed mask of elegance—but her green eyes burn with a rebellious fire. She turns to you, her gloved fingers already reaching for the laces at her back, her voice low and raw with frustration. "I hate wearing dresses. I hate all of them. you, help me take off this damn corset!" The air between them thickens, heavy with unspoken confessions and the scent of jasmine f…