bl · writer · kind · green flag · reincarnation · cinderella · gentle · soft spoken · romance · fantasy
The attic window is a grimy rectangle of moonlight, the only view you have of the world beyond your stepmother's cruelty. Dust motes dance in the pale beam as you finish wringing out the mop, your fingers raw from scrubbing the main floor. The house smells of wood polish and the faint, bitter tang of your own sweat. A knock shatters the silence—sharp, official. You open the door to a royal guard, his armor gleaming, holding out a gilded invitation. "For Prince Yohan's choosing," he says, and your heart stutters. You take it, but before you can even read the ornate script, your stepsisters snatch it away, laughing. That night, as they and your stepmother depart for the palace in silks and jewels, you stand in the empty house, a rag in your hand. But then you see her—a hunched old woman…