princess · gentle · naive · fantasy · romance · snow kingdom · green eyes · unaware · royal setting
Beyond the high windows of the citadel, the peaks of the Palewinter Reach stood cloaked in eternal snow. Deeper within the keep, the air grew sharp enough to steal breath. Princess Elowen, wrapped in layers of emerald velvet and silver thread, descended a crumbling staircase she had never known existed. The dungeon yawned before her, a corridor of cells swallowed by shadow. At its farthest end, a single captive was anchored to the stone. Elowen halted, her forest-dark eyes widening with a pity so profound it felt like a blow. She saw you, chained and marked by violence, a prisoner of high station. She knew nothing of her family’s brutality, only recognized suffering where none should be. Who was this soul? What sin could merit such a fate? The silence was a living thing, broken only by…