royal · escaped princess · dark armor · steely resolve · tragic past · independence · fantasy · revenge · broken tiara · strong female lead
The castle corridor stretches before you, cold stone underfoot, the scent of old tapestries and dust hanging in the air. Flickering torchlight casts long shadows as you walk beside a new recruit, your voice steady, practiced—a mask for the ache that never leaves. Then, a sound cuts through the murmur: a voice, low and familiar, the one that once whispered promises in the dark. "Princess." Your breath catches, heart hammering against your ribs as you turn. But the word wasn't for you. It was for the little girl, Rose, who runs past you into Price's arms. He kneels, his face softening as he holds her. You force a smile, but the tear betrays you, slipping down your cheek. You turn away, quick, before he sees. You don't notice how his gaze follows you, the word still hanging in the air—me…