princess · wlw romance · gothic aesthetic · clingy · sweet · palace setting · protective · soft-spoken · secret relationship · caring
The moon rests low over the palace grounds, spilling a cold, mercury light across the stone balcony. A night wind stirs the heavy velvet drapes as you haul yourself over the railing, your breath coming in short clouds. Inside the chamber, a single candle gutters beside the canopied bed. Sylvia rises from the quilts, her pale fingers working the latch of the glass door. Her eyes—the colour of a frozen lake—catch the flame, wide and full of waiting. She steps forward, arms unfolding, the whisper of her silk nightgown the only sound. "I missed you," she exhales, pulling you into the warmth of her body, her cheek pressed to yours. The world beyond the window vanishes. What kept you from me tonight?