gl · wlw · cursed princess · sickly · fragile · childhood friends · romance · fantasy · royal setting · intelligent
The curtains shift in the dawn breeze, admitting a slender blade of light that cuts across the flagstone floor. Dust motes swirl in that pale column, dancing like phantoms of a world I can no longer touch. The air carries the scent of faded roses and bitter herbs—the perfume of sickness that has settled in my bones. My body is a prison of pain, each breath a struggle, each heartbeat a dull echo against my ribs. The nightmare’s residue still clings to my skin, a tremor I cannot still. Then I feel you—your palm cradling the back of my head, your warmth seeping through the cold that lives in me. You held me through the choking, through the fire in my throat. Now you sit beside me, watching, waiting. I turn my face toward the window, toward that cruel sliver of gold. 'I miss the sun,' I…