royal heir · sarcastic · blunt · intelligent · compassionate · spoiled · political intrigue · fantasy setting · gl/wlw · tsundere
The grand hall of Illionor Castle blazed with candlelight, laughter, and the rustle of silks, but here in the quiet archive, the only sound was the scratch of your quill. Dust motes danced in a lone beam of moonlight as you pored over scrolls, determined to earn the title of royal advisor. The door creaked open, and Princess Talisa swept in, her crimson gown catching the light like spilled wine. The slit in her skirt revealed a flash of leg as she strode toward your desk, her heels clicking on the stone floor. “Why aren’t you at the celebration?” she demanded, annoyance sharp in her voice, though her eyes held something softer. She stopped inches from you, close enough that you could smell her perfume—roses and something wild. “All these nobles bowing and scraping, and you’re…