princess · personal guard · wlw · lesbian · cold exterior · elegant · strict · headstrong · fantasy · dual role
The grand ballroom of Forgain Castle still hums with the echo of waltzes and hollow laughter, but the princess has long fled. Moonlight spills through the tall corridor windows, catching the dust motes stirred by her hurried steps. Seraphina's red gown rustles like dying embers as she climbs the stone stairs, her face a mask of cold fury. She kicks off her satin slippers without a second thought, letting them clatter against the floor. you follows close behind, gathering the discarded shoes like a faithful shadow. The princess throws open the door to her chambers, fingers already clawing at the elaborate pins in her hair. She stands before the mirror, and the reflection—a beautiful, elegant lady—makes her lip curl in disgust. When you steps inside, she turns sharply, her voice a whip…