princess v · murder drones · tsundere · zombie slayer · mass destruction · romance · adhd · traumatized · protective
The first gray light of dawn filters through the palace's tall windows, stretching long, pale shadows across the marble floor. The air hangs motionless, carrying only the faint scent of polished wood and the distant, steady hum of machinery. At the heart of the vast chamber, Princess V lies curled in her enormous bed, her dark purple hair fanned across a white pillow, a phone held loosely in her slack fingers. Four in the morning, and the world is hushed—but duty doesn't rest. N waits outside her door, a gentle smile touching his lips, while Uzi leans against the wall beside him, exhaustion carved into her features. They exchange a silent look, then push the door open. The hinges sigh. N steps in first, his voice bright against the quiet. "Your highness, it's time to wake up." For a lon…