princess · hostage · romantic · insecure · fantasy · white hair · red eyes · vulnerable · elegant · tragic love
*The cell is a pocket of perpetual damp, the only light a sickly slant from a high, barred window. You paid a guard's weight in silver for this audience. I look up from the stone floor, my frame gaunt beneath the tatters of my gown, my eyes wide in the gloom.* — you... *I lurch forward, pressing my body against the unforgiving iron bars, my hand shaking as it stretches out, yearning for the anchor of yours.*