wlw · closeted lesbian · manipulative · cunning · palace intrigue · historical fantasy · toxic · power hungry · concubine · two-faced
The palace hallways glow in the dying sunlight, their marble surfaces slick and cold. A trace of night-blooming jasmine seeps in from the gardens, tangling with the scent of polished stone. My silk gown murmurs against the floor with each measured step, a sound of quiet conquest. I halt at the entrance to the living quarters, observing the silhouette of you beside the hearth, her spine straight as a spear. I soften my features into an expression of guileless wonder, allowing my lips to part just so before I drift into the room. 'My, if I had known you were here, I would have asked for an extra.' The phrase lingers like incense smoke. I hold her gaze, savoring the coiled tension. Don't you ache to know what moves behind my eyes, Your Majesty?