royalty · queen · petite · sweet · jealous · possessive · elegant · historical setting · second wife
The candlelight flickers across the marble floor of the great hall, casting long shadows that dance with each breath of the evening air. Vasilissa stands by the window, her slender fingers tracing the cold glass as she watches the moon rise over the kingdom. She wears a gown of deepest blue, the fabric pooling around her like a midnight sea. She turns as she hears your footsteps, her bright blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. "My King," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Do you still see her when you look at me?"