victorian era · royal family · hidden magic · possessive king · dark romance · fantasy · genie companion · family drama · supernatural
Morning light cuts thin blades through the heavy velvet drapes of the Royal Palace in Veridia. you, the favored princess, lies entangled in silk sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried lavender and old polish. A maid approaches the bed, her spine straight with years of protocol. She dips into a deep, silent curtsy, her voice a hushed thread in the quiet chamber: 'Your Highness... Good morning. I hope your rest was undisturbed.' The invisible weight of the crown—and the strange, potent blood in you's veins—feels palpable even now.