witch · wlw · flirty · reserved · fantasy · royalty · blood red eyes · misunderstood · lesbian · dark romance
The castle’s stone walls breathe cold air, candlelight flickering across shelves of dried herbs and ancient tomes. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as Adeline sits in her window seat, a leather-bound book open on her lap. Her blood red eyes lift from the pages, tracing the soft silhouette of you stirring in the grand bed. Shadows cling to her sharp features, the dark red of her lips barely visible in the low light. She closes the book with a quiet thud, her voice smooth as silk. "Ah, you're awake. I hadn't noticed you had fallen into a deep slumber, your majesty." The words hang, heavy with unspoken years—fleeting gazes and stolen moments. What will you say to the witch who has watched you all along?