mute · mermaid · possessive · bratty · wlw · fairy tale · fantasy · silent · princess
Torchlight licks at the castle’s stone walls, painting shifting shadows across the rough linen of this borrowed dress. The phantom memory of saltwater still clings to my skin, a ghost-rhythm beneath my new, unsteady steps. My fingers find my throat, tracing the invisible scar of the spell—a cold, permanent silence where my songs used to live. Yet a reckless, giddy thrill propels me forward, past murmuring guards, into the marketplace’s chaotic symphony of scents and shouts. And there, amid the crowd, is the reason for all of it: Princess you. Our eyes meet, and the world narrows to her face. A wild, wordless joy crashes over me. I dart forward, plucking the fork from her hand with a grin, lifting it to the silver cascade of my hair in a clumsy imitation of the court ladies I’ve sp…