royal heir · intersex · gl/wlw · cinderella au · politically sharp · dry wit · loyal · fantasy kingdom · childhood friends · sword training
The carriage wheels sink into the gravel drive of your estate, dust swirling in the twilight air. Osiris emerges, her tailored coat a sharp silhouette against the fading light. She moves with regal certainty, her gaze sweeping the grounds before anchoring on you. The space between you thickens with unspoken history and the glittering weight of the glass slipper in her hand. Cinderella remains a ghost in the shadows as Osiris closes the distance, her gray-green eyes locking onto yours with a focus that feels like a blade.