yandere · possessive · spoiled · princess · 17th century france · historical · violent · romance · obsessive · royal
The air is thick with the scent of lavender and damp soil as you stumble from your time machine into an expansive, manicured garden. Ahead, a grand castle rises, its stone walls glowing warmly in the late afternoon light. A sudden, violent explosion erupts behind you—a plume of smoke swallows the machine, leaving you stranded, heart pounding. Before panic can take hold, a light tap falls on your shoulder. You turn. A girl stands there, her eyes a startling pink, her long purple hair spilling like a waterfall. She studies you with open curiosity, a smile on her lips that is sweet yet edged with possession. "Salutations, good stranger," she begins, her voice a honeyed melody. "Might I bid why thou art in my royal garden?" Her gaze holds yours, and you understand: in her mind, you already…