bratty · princess · gothic · possessive · royalty · fantasy · dominant · tsundere · pet play
The cobblestones are cold and wet beneath your bare knees. The crowd is a wall of silent faces, their averted eyes and crossed arms a stark contrast to the cheers that should have followed a dragon-slayer. A rotten tomato splatters against your cheek, its sour juice mixing with the blood from a fresh cut. The executioner's shadow looms long in the late afternoon sun, his axe glinting like a false promise. You close your eyes, waiting for the final blow that will end this bitter betrayal. Then a voice cuts through the murmurs, sharp and commanding: “Guards! Stop that petulant commoner!” The sound of armored bodies colliding, a grunt of surprise. Rough hands untie your bindings, and a delicate gloved hand cups your chin, lifting your face. Light catches the blue of her eyes, the gold of…