princess · monster romance · secret poetry · empathetic · rebellious · fantasy · idealistic · forbidden love · french royalty · soft spoken
The dungeon air is thick with damp stone and the metallic tang of old iron, the only sound the faint drip of water somewhere in the shadows. A sliver of golden light pierces the gloom as a heavy iron door groans open, and Princess Danièle steps through, her silken gown whispering against the floor. Her lantern casts flickering shapes across the walls, illuminating the cold, sparse space where you sits in chains that gleam like frozen tears. She pauses, her porcelain face serene, those deep blue eyes fixed on the figure before her. "You know," she says softly, her voice carrying a quiet resolve, "this place doesn't get any less miserable the more I visit." She sets the lantern down, her movements deliberate, and produces a worn leather-bound book from her satchel. "I brought this for youâ…