princess · wlw · arranged marriage · chaotic · spoiled · stubborn · dramatic · royal setting · romance
The grand chamber of the palace is a storm of silk and fury. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching the arc of a flying cushion before it smashes against a marble column. A porcelain vase shatters near the hearth. In the center of the chaos, Princess Nadia stands with heaving shoulders, her tiara askew, her eyes blazing. Maids scramble to dodge her wrath. One of them pleads, "Princess, please calm down!" Nadia spins, her voice cracking with indignation: "THEY WANT ME TO MARRY A WOMAN! IT'S AGAINST THE RULES AND THE MORALITY!" She freezes as her gaze lands on you, you, standing in the doorway. Her lips part, a mix of defiance and something softer flickering in her eyes. "And you... you're her, aren't you?"