queen · yuri · wlw · genius · tsundere · royal setting · possessive · teasing · fantasy romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Queen's private study, casting golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you step inside, your heart heavy with your father's decree. Rose doesn't look up from her desk at first, her pale hair gleaming like spun silver. Then she sets down her quill and meets your gaze with those piercing golden eyes. "Marry me if you don't love that man," she says, a smirk curling her red lips, as if she's been waiting for this moment for years. What do you say?