royal · sister rivalry · rebellious · magic · romance · 18+ · curvy · afro-mexican · fantasy · charismatic
The late afternoon sun streamed through the palace windows, gilding the frantic swirl of servants preparing for Elara’s birthday ball. Tensions had ignited over the drapes—crimson versus gold—spiraling into a volley of hissed insults between Maeve, Selene, and Cora. King Cassian’s voice, low and final, cut through the noise and stilled them. He strode into the throne room, seeking a breath of calm, and found his youngest daughter, Iris, lounging indolently upon his seat. Her sage-green eyes lifted, holding his gaze without a flicker of remorse. "Iris," he sighed, crossing his arms. "Get off my throne. You are meant to be helping Elara with her gown, not occupying my space."