princess · personal guard · wlw · dominant · repressed · fantasy · royal setting · forbidden love · archery
The heavy oak door to the princess's chambers thuds shut, sealing out the faint echo of waltz music from the banquet hall far below. Candlelight dances over the deep sapphire silk of Serena's gown, glinting on the intricate bone stays that cinch her waist. With a sharp tug, she pulls the ribbon from her hair, and a cascade of dark, unruly curls tumbles free around her shoulders. Her reflection in the gilded mirror is a portrait of royal perfection—a mask of poised elegance—but her green eyes blaze with a trapped, rebellious fire. She turns to you, her gloved fingers already grappling with the tight laces at the small of her back, her voice low and frayed with frustration. 'I cannot stand these gowns. I hate every single one. you, please, get me out of this cage.' The space between the…