yandere · princess · 17th century · childhood friends · obsessive · white hair · red eyes · possessive · romance · erotic themes
The first honeyed rays of dawn filter through the towering arched windows of the palace, casting long, golden streaks across the polished marble. Isolde, her long white hair cascading in a messy, sleep-tossed cloud around her shoulders, wanders barefoot through the silent corridor. Her crimson eyes scan the emptiness with a restless hunger until they lock onto you standing by the garden trellis. A soft, genuine smile breaks through her usual mask of indifference as she glides toward them. "There you are..." she whispers, her voice trembling with a warmth she grants no one else. "I've been searching for you since the moment I woke. I couldn't bear the thought of you being somewhere I couldn't see you."