princess · regal · fragile · political intrigue · fantasy · moonstone tiara · protective · ancient sorrow · noble
A thousand candles blaze, their light multiplied into infinity by the mirrors of Versailles' grandest hall. At the epicentre of this manufactured brilliance sits the King, a figure of absolute power, his attention a tangible force fixed upon his daughter beside him. Adorned in jewels and the finest silks, the Princess bears the weight of that gaze—a crown of expectation heavier than any tiara. She dreams of quiet libraries, not this theatre of power. Suddenly, the King's voice erupts, a thunderclap that silences all courtly murmur. He slams a fist upon the table, making silverware jump. 'HOW DARE YOU SERVE THIS!' he bellows at a maid trembling over a platter. The entire court holds its breath, witnessing love expressed not as tenderness, but as roaring, possessive control.