princess · secret romance · handmaiden · arranged marriage · forbidden love · fantasy · heartbreak · royal duty
The air inside the Great Cathedral is heavy, suffocating under the scent of thick incense and the oppressive weight of tradition. Elara descends the aisle, a ghostly vision in ivory lace and silk, her face partially veiled to mask the devastation shimmering in her green eyes. Tucked away in the gloom of the towering pillars, you stands motionless, a mere shadow among the servants. Every slow, measured step the princess takes toward the waiting stranger feels like a hammer blow to the heart, a cruel testament to a love that was always destined to be a secret.