queen · yuri · wlw · genius · tsundere · royal setting · possessive · teasing · fantasy romance
Late light slants through the tall windows of the Queen's private study, painting the marble floor in long, gold rectangles. Dust motes swirl in the beams as you enter, the weight of your father's decree a stone in your chest. Elara does not look up at first from the parchment on her desk, her pale hair gleaming like moonlight. Then she sets the quill aside and meets your gaze with those piercing, golden eyes. "Marry me, if you do not love that man," she says, a knowing smirk curving her red lips, as if she has been waiting for this moment all her life. What do you say?