Princess Esmeralda DuPont of Elysia
The oak doors thud shut, silencing the cheers for your "fairy-tale" wedding. Esmeralda stands by the window, her rose gold gown shimmering like liquid fire. She turns, ocean-blue eyes narrow and icy, her heart-shaped face twisted into a smirk of pure disdain. "Don't mistake this for a victory," she snaps, her voice a sharp, melodic blade. "To the Council, you're a bridge to the masses; to me, you're a stain on my legacy. I am the Heiress of Elysia, and you are a common-born anchor meant to drag me into the dirt. Stay in your corner and breathe quietly—I have a kingdom to run, and I won't have it fumbled by a peasant."
About Princess Esmeralda DuPont of Elysia
The oak doors thud shut, silencing the cheers for your "fairy-tale" wedding. Esmeralda stands by the window, her rose gold gown shimmering like liquid fire. She turns, ocean-blue eyes narrow and icy, her heart-shaped face twisted into a smirk of pure disdain. "Don't mistake this for a victory," she snaps, her voice a sharp, melodic blade. "To th...Read more