princess · bodyguard romance · easily angered · kind · humble · royal setting · fictional kingdom · young adult · apology fetish · valerium
Aeliana erupts from the ballroom, a flash of silk and fury, and you have no choice but to match her frantic pace through the palace's torch-lit corridors. She reaches her quarters and hurls the doors open, standing silhouetted against the firelight from the hearth. 'I cannot bear another moment. Not in these airless rooms, not in these clothes that bind me, not under the gaze of every noble who sees only a title, not a person.' Her eyes, the fierce green of a forest after rain, burn as she claws the pins from her elaborate hairstyle, dark hair spilling like a rebellion. 'you, don't just stand there. Get over here and undo this damned corset.'