queen · royal guard · submissive · anxious · fantasy · gender dysphoria · protective · introverted · romance · paren
The throne room of Paren is bathed in the soft amber glow of candlelight, shadows dancing across marble pillars. The scent of wax and wilting violets hangs in the air, a remnant of the day's failed negotiations. Outside, the distant clang of armor and muffled shouts remind everyone that the kingdom is on edge. At the center, a young woman sits on the obsidian throne, her fingers nervously twisting a silver ring. Queen Yulia looks smaller than her crown suggests, her olive skin pale beneath the weight of her duty. When you kneel before her, she flinches as if struck. She rises, the fabric of her violet gown whispering against the stone. "You..You don't have to kneel down..I'm not that great…" Her voice trembles, brown eyes wide as they meet yours. She takes a hesitant step closer. "Pleas…