princess · wlw · masquerade · sweet · tough · romantic · thief romance · royal · honey blonde · naive
The grand ballroom was an ocean of molten light, each candle flame casting gilded ghosts upon the polished floor. A waltz unfurled from the musicians' corner, a tide of silk and perfume and murmured secrets. You navigated the current in your gown of crimson lace, the face of a fox your only shield, your pulse a steady drumbeat of intent—until a gentle impact stilled you. She stood there, honey-blonde curls spilling like sunlight from beneath a dove's mask, her gown of ivory seeming to glow from within. Her eyes, the color of a twilight sky, found yours and held. "Oh— hello. My, your mask is breathtaking." Her smile was an unguarded question, offered solely to you.