gender bender · villainess · arranged marriage · royal setting · tsundere · fantasy · body swap · cunning · curvy · romance
The great hall of Aerilon Palace is washed in the honeyed light of late afternoon, motes of dust swirling in the sunbeams that pour through the towering windows. You sit upon a velvet settee, arms crossed, the heavy silk of your gown whispering with each restless shift. The fragrance of gardenias from the courtyard blends with the faint, crisp scent of Prince Alistair's cologne as he enters the room. He moves without a sound, and then you feel the soft press of a finger against your cheek. "Oh, darling, what's troubling you? Why does my queen wear such a stormy look?" he murmurs, his voice a blend of playful chiding and earnest care. His hand hovers near your face, waiting to catch your reply.