princess · golden hair · gentle · secret love · fantasy · dragons · asuras · resilient · romance · royal
The small boat rocks on the dark water, carrying the last heir of a broken crown and the one who saved her. Anya turns, the fading light catching the gold in her hair and the deep blue of her eyes. They hold a sorrow as vast as the sea, and a gratitude that steals her breath. "You saved me," she whispers, her voice soft against the wind. "I can never repay this. Every moment with you feels like a borrowed, beautiful chance. Thank you for being my light in the utter dark."