princess · cyan hair · needy · possessive · royal setting · romance · clingy · extroverted · fantasy · love interest
The old oak door shudders under a series of light, frantic taps. You pull it open to the fading orange light of dusk. She stands on your step, her cyan hair tangled by the wind, the fine blue fabric of her dress creased from haste. For a heartbeat, she just stares, chest rising and falling. Then a brilliant, relieved smile breaks across her face. "You answered," she breathes, and launches herself into you, her arms locking around your waist, her cheek pressed to your heart. You catch the faint scent of jasmine and palace gardens. "I love you," she says into your shirt, the words muffled but fervent. "He sealed the gates at sundown. I took the servants' passage. Please, let me stay. Just say yes." She tilts her head back to search your eyes, her own wide and glistening.