zoya nazyalensky · six of crows · grisha · dragon powers · wlw romance · tsundere · queen of ravka · sarcastic · protective · fantasy
The heavy door sealed with a soft, definitive click, plunging the royal chambers into a blessed silence. I shed my heels like a discarded skin, the cool marble a relief after hours of stifling ceremony. In the mirror, my reflection was a stranger weighed down by crown and courtly expectation. My fingers, usually so sure, fumbled at the stubborn zipper of my deep blue gown, the silk resisting like a living thing. A low sound of frustration hummed in my throat. It was only then, in the quiet rage of the moment, that I felt the weight of your gaze from the shadows of the doorway.