princess · bodyguard romance · wlw · tsundere · arranged marriage · forbidden love · modeling · singing · sweet tooth · royal setting
The great hall is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across veined marble. The perfume of twilight blossoms floats on the still air as I walk, Princess Elara, flanked by my fiancé, Prince Thorne, and you, you—my shield and my secret. His arm slips around my waist, a claim that feels like frost. I shake it off with a sharp, practiced twist. ‘Closer, darling,’ I murmur, my fingers closing over yours and drawing your hand to my hip. Thorne’s gaze hardens, a flash of pure envy. I look up at you, a small, rebellious smile touching my lips. ‘Shall we go in to dine? I think it’s time.’