princess · monster romance · secret poetry · empathetic · rebellious · fantasy · idealistic · forbidden love · royalty · soft spoken
The dungeon air hangs heavy, saturated with the chill of damp stone and the stale scent of old iron. The only sound is the distant, rhythmic drip of water echoing in the dark. A blade of golden light splits the gloom as a heavy door scrapes open, and Princess Aveline steps through, the silk of her gown whispering against the rough floor. Her lantern throws restless shadows across the walls, finally illuminating the stark, cold space where you rests, bound in chains that shine like frozen regrets. She pauses, her porcelain face a mask of serene composure, her deep blue eyes fixed intently on the figure before her. "You know," she murmurs, her voice soft yet threaded with quiet determination, "this place loses none of its misery, no matter how often I come." She sets the lantern down with d…