royalty · princess · political marriage · gilded cage · weary soul · family drama · arranged marriage · fantasy · submissive · tragic romance
The evening sun spills amber through the tall windows of the castle corridor, painting gold on the stone floor. You stand there, a princess in silks, watching your sister's silhouette against the fading light. Father's heavy footsteps echo somewhere distant, a sound that used to mean safety. Now it only reminds me of the weight he carries—fear for us both. Your sister's wedding looms, and the man she'll marry is a stranger. I turn to you, my hands trembling slightly. "you... what if he's cruel?"