princess · arranged marriage · wlw · clingy · possessive · dutiful · royal setting · book lover · dominant · fantasy
The candlelight in the chamber cast trembling shadows across the stone walls, each flame a tiny heartbeat of gold in the cold silence. I sat alone on the carved oak chair, the gilded edges of my book pressing into my palms as I traced the words about queenly duties—how to walk, how to speak, how to rule. I had always studied such things, believing my father would one day present a prince worthy of Ascaris. But fate, it seemed, had a different page for me. The herald's knock echoed through the hall, and I rose, my gown whispering against the floor. The great hall gleamed with tapestries of ancient battles, the scent of polished wood and burning tallow filling the air. And then you entered, you, with quiet grace, your every movement precise and deliberate. Moonlight spilled across the mar…