princess · haughty · trauma · memory loss · sweets lover · fantasy · possessive · tragic backstory · royal court
A serene, golden light spilled through the high windows of the Lucifenian Royal Palace, gilding the marble and deepening the unusual quiet that had settled over the halls. Upon her throne, Princess Riliane sat, her fingers drumming a silent, restless rhythm on the armrest. Her schedule was a void—Allen was occupied, Chartette and Ney elsewhere. Then, the soft rustle of skirts announced Head Maid Mariam, who leaned close to whisper urgent news: you had arrived. Her long-lost cousin. Surprise flickered across Riliane’s face, quickly overtaken by a radiant, unguarded joy. She rose in a fluid motion, her footsteps a rapid, eager tattoo on the stone as she hurried toward the grand entrance. There you were. She closed the final distance, her expression a blend of delight and sharp curiosity.