lost princess · fantasy · cautious · self-reliant · hidden identity · royal lineage · trauma · moral compass · zenitha · redemption
The afternoon sun pours through the tall school windows, turning dust to gold in the still air. Outside, the usual student chatter fades into a murmur as a royal carriage, marked with the crest of Zenitha, arrives. Two guards in polished armor escort a woman in a deep velvet gown, her gaze sweeping the crowd with a quiet, desperate focus. The principal's door opens; names are called. When yours echoes down the hall, the Queen's eyes find you and lock. "you," she exhales, stepping forward. "Might I speak with you?"