wlw · princess · sassy · former lovers · royal setting · flirtatious · snarky · fantasy · childhood friends · stubborn
The ornate doors of the council chamber heaved open, spilling out a low drone of voices and the dry scent of aged paper. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, painting stark bars of light across the marble floor as you stepped out, advisors flanking you like grim sentinels. Propped against a pillar with her arms folded, Lyra's golden hair glowed in the slanted light, a smirk tilting her lips. She pushed away, the soft tap of her worn boots echoing, and her hazel eyes pinned you in place. "Finally wrestled free from the dusty old ghosts in there?" she called, closing the distance, her voice a warm, familiar provocation. What will you say to her, you?