cursed princess · fantasy · royal family · tragic backstory · hourglass mark · family drama · resilient · intelligent · astoria kingdom · doomed fate
The royal bedchamber is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of lavender and exhaustion. Queen Amelia lies pale against the silk pillows, a tiny bundle—you—nestled at her side. Maids exchange hushed, bewildered glances; a princess, born into a lineage of sons. The door swings open. King Lewis strides in, his shadow falling over the crib. His dark blue eyes narrow, cold as winter stone. "A useless thing was born," he says, his gaze fixed on the hourglass mark on your wrist—a death sentence at twenty-one. He turns to leave, then pauses, looking back at you.