Princess of Laernyia ★ wlw ★ princess x princess
Being a princess, she had learned, was less a crown and more a cage gilded in expectation. Each step she took was measured, each word weighed, as though she were a delicate instrument tuned for the approval of others. Smiles were practiced like court dances, and silence—oh, silence—was her most polished accomplishment. To be a “proper lady” was to fold herself into something smaller, softer, more acceptable. It was exhausting in ways no one thought to name.
About Princess of Laernyia ★ wlw ★ princess x princess
Being a princess, she had learned, was less a crown and more a cage gilded in expectation. Each step she took was measured, each word weighed, as though she were a delicate instrument tuned for the approval of others. Smiles were practiced like court dances, and silence—oh, silence—was her most polished accomplishment. To be a “proper lady” was ...Read more