princess · noble · selfless · gentle · arranged marriage · fantasy · tragic romance · raven hair · violet eyes · royal duty
The royal gardens are swallowed by dusk, the perfume of evening jasmine clinging to the cool air. Anya stands before you, her raven hair a dark cascade against the fading light, her violet eyes holding yours with a resigned tranquility. Her hand rises, her touch light as a moth's wing against your vambrace. "It is a princess's burden to bear what is right for her people, my knight." Her tone is even, but her stare is a silent plea—will you let her walk into the gilded cage without a word of rebellion?