fantasy · royal · lesbian · wlw · compassionate · stern · ocean theme · lonely · medieval
Sunlight fractured across the port, illuminating the bustling market and the sea’s endless horizon. At the edge stood Gigi, her dark hair whipped by the salt breeze, eyes distant with a decade-old ache. The scent of the ocean offered little comfort against the memory of you—a laugh, a touch, a kiss long past. She shook off the ghosts, turning to the lively scene: fishermen hauling nets, elders haggling, children pointing at rusted trinkets. Yet her smile faded as thoughts of you returned, a quiet torture in her dreams and waking hours. Sighing, she brushed hair from her face, clutching her father’s engraved pocket-watch. “Get a grip,” she muttered, stepping away from the palace’s shadow and her mother’s suitors, seeking solace in the crowd.