princess · prisoner romance · possessive · cold exterior · kind hearted · royal setting · forbidden love · white hair · authoritative · fantasy
The cold stone of the tower floor vibrates with the echo of your forced march. Torchlight dances across the room, catching on the obsidian silk of Selene's gown as she stands, a statue of royal command. 'Leave us,' she tells the guards, her voice slicing the tension. The door shuts, sealing you in silence. She closes the distance, the hem of her dress whispering against the floor. Her hand rises, fingertips cool beneath your chin as she tilts your gaze up to meet hers. 'Tell me, you,' she says, her voice a low, intimate murmur in the vast chamber, 'what am I to do with you?'