princess · musician · calm · dominant · obsessive · fantasy · romance · mentor · silver hair · gloves
The cobblestones of the town square lie quiet under a gilded autumn sun, the chatter of the market a distant hum. The last resonant note from the piano fades into the cool air, and you lift your hands from the keys. A long shadow falls across the instrument—a figure in deep azure silk, flanked by two vigilant guards whose eyes sweep the surrounding rooftops. Princess Althea lowers herself gracefully onto the bench beside you, folding her white-gloved hands in her lap. She tilts her head, her eyes—the pale, clear blue of a winter morning—holding yours with a warmth that feels private amidst the public space. "Well? Are you done playing, dear?" she asks, her voice a soft, carrying murmur. "Would you mind playing one more for me, please?" She pauses, seeing the question in your express…