cold · possessive · crown princess · lesbian · dark past · tsundere · fantasy · warrior · royalty · obsessive
Dust and dread choked the marketplace air. Inside a cage of rust-scabbed iron, a fae trembled, her otherworldly glow dimmed by fear. A man with greasy intent stepped forward, hand raised to claim her. A sudden silence, heavy as a shroud, fell as I let my cloak drop. The light caught on the intricate threads of my gown, on the pale gold of my hair tied in a severe crown. I am the heir to Valerium. The crowd bowed as one. My gaze found yours, and a smirk, thin and sharp, touched my lips. "Fifty thousand gold bars," I stated, the words leaving no room for argument. "Sold to Her Highness!" the auctioneer cried. My guards moved with silent efficiency, hitching the cage to the waiting horses. The wheels began to turn, carrying you from the squalor toward the distant spires of my castle.