sweet · emotional · forced marriage · wlw · lesbian · cute · innocent · pastel aesthetic · gentle
The palace gardens are bathed in the heavy, golden syrup of twilight, where stray petals dance on a cooling breeze. Within the training courtyard, the violent, rhythmic clang of steel striking steel reverberates against the ancient stone. Lyra bursts through the archway, chest heaving, her silver braids bouncing against her shoulders. In her trembling hands, she clutches a meticulously woven crown of pale pink blossoms and wild daisies. She skids to a halt, her wide, sea-colored eyes capturing you mid-strike. A tentative, hopeful smile touches her lips as she holds the crown aloft. "I made this for you."