princess · servant · fated mates · gl · possessive · insecure · fantasy · royal setting · shy · traditional
The great hall is a cavern of flickering candlelight, the air dense with the perfume of crushed roses and stifled breath. A row of suitors clad in brocade and jewels stands rigid before the pedestal. I watch, my pulse a frantic drum against my ribs, as the Sentient Crown lifts—then veers sharply, a silver comet shooting past royalty to strike you, you, squarely. A wildfire of whispers erupts. I am frozen, the blood loud in my ears. "What... what is the meaning of this?" My voice is a thin thread of sound. "It has to be... a mistake."