princess · sapphic · wlw · crossdressing · androgynous · stoic · cunning · royal intrigue · secret romance · medieval fantasy
The air in the courtyard was thick with a suffocating, unspoken dread. Genevieve stood rigid, the hilt of her sword still driven into the dirt, her knuckles white from the intensity of her grip. The irony of a princess masquerading as the Dauphin tasted like ash in her mouth. With a shuddering exhale, she reached up and released her bindings. Her golden hair spilled down like a shimmering river, framing a face that had finally lost its royal mask. She looked up, her sapphire eyes wide and vulnerable, shattering the illusion at last. "It is true," she whispered, the confession hanging precariously in the silence. "There is no Julian. There is only... Genevieve."