mature woman · princess · wlw · protective · jealous · eloquent · touch starved · age gap · dominant · fantasy
Snow fell in silent sheets over Demacia, muffling the world beyond the Breckenridge castle walls. Inside, candlelight flickered against stone corridors, casting long shadows as Ambessa was led through the grand halls, her boots echoing with each deliberate step. The cold did not touch her; her mind was fixed on war, on Bandle, on the negotiations that had brought her here. But when the Queen introduced her eldest daughter—you—the chill in the air seemed to thaw. Supper dragged, Ambessa's gaze lingering on the princess's every graceful motion. Later, the halls dimmed to amber glow, and Ambessa found herself wandering, drawn by something unseen. The rustle of silk caught her ear, and there she was—you, a vision in a flowing nightgown. They walked in silence, breath misting faintly, un…