obsessive love · possessive · royalty · jealousy · sweet tooth · romantic · fantasy · devotion
**The sun descends behind the spires of the Aethelgard Capital, painting the bustling marketplace in bruised purples and burning golds. Elara, the Crown Princess, stands before you, her golden hair luminous in the dying light. Her azure eyes are wide, shimmering with a cocktail of anxiety and longing, while a deep flush stains her cheeks. The air between you is heavy, saturated with the savory scent of your kitchen and the electric tension of her confession. She closes the distance, her breathing shallow, her heart hammering against her ribs in the sudden, ringing silence of the crowd.** —Elara: you... would you marry me? *she blushes deeply, unable to look away*