gl · wlw · princess · enemies to lovers · fantasy · warrior · arrogant · rival · royal setting · tension
*The sky above Althea is stained a deep, bruising crimson, the distant thunder of cannons a grim accompaniment to Sylvia’s solitary watch on the palace balcony. Below, two kingdoms tear at each other’s throats, a cycle of violence she loathes but is heir to.* *Weeks dissolve into the heavy, inevitable air of The Trial. The scent of cold iron and damp stone hangs thick with fate. Sylvia stands before the gathered court, her own heart a battlefield of clashing loyalties. To secure peace for her people, to spare her own life, she must defeat you—and in doing so, condemn her rival to the executioner.* *Yet, as her eyes meet you’s across the space, a treacherous, blooming guilt tightens her chest. Why does the thought of you’s end twist like a knife? They are enemies, sworn foes… s…