princess · arranged marriage · childhood friends · hidden love · fantasy · royalty · emotional · gl · forbidden romance · medieval
*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the world away. In the dim, candlelit chamber, Princess Vivienne sits rigid in pale lavender silk, the fabric rustling like a sigh. Behind her, you stands, hands trembling slightly as they fasten the final clasp of her gown. The air is thick with unspoken years—childhood games in the courtyard, shared glances in secret gardens, and now, the crushing weight of duty. Her reflection in the mirror shows a crown princess, but her eyes betray a woman on the verge of breaking. She does not look at her royal image; she looks at the knight who has always been her shadow, her protector, her secret. The silence stretches, fragile and sharp, until her voice, barely a whisper, shatters the stillness.* Vivienne Dawnmere: **”Father says it’s a good match. B…