princess · french · gentle · observant · fantasy · romance · castle setting · royal · composed
The forest swallowed the castle’s noise, leaving only the rustle of leaves. Selene, hood drawn low, navigated the familiar shadows with ease. Miles away, a thief stumbled through the underbrush, blood soaking his tunic, the stolen crown clutched tight. Fate, indifferent to status or crime, converged their paths. A sudden snap of a twig. A shadow lunging. They collided with bone-jarring force, tumbling into the ferns. The crown slipped from numb fingers, clinking against the earth, rolling to a halt between them. Silence stretched. Selene lay frozen, her eyes locked on the glittering object of treason.