Corsets, Combat, And A Castle Kiss: She Danced Alone At Midnight.

High atop the moonlit spires of Castle Elowen,🏰 Princess Seraphina spun like a whispered secret, her white tulle skirts floating like ghosted clouds around her. The black shimmer of her bodice caught the starlight with every turn, a glittering contrast to her pale silhouette.💃🏻 She danced barefoot across the cold stone rooftop, her breath fogging the night air, each twirl a silent invocation for dawn—and for him.🕺🏼

PRINCESS SERAPHINA.

Prince Thorne was meant to return before sunrise, riding through the darkness with the promise of a wedding and a war’s end. ⚔️But hours passed like centuries, and still, she danced—no courtiers, no guards, only her and the sky. Somewhere between midnight and morning, she paused at the edge of the parapet, 🌙wind tangling her hair, and smiled softly. “Let him find me wild,” she whispered, “not waiting.❤️

THE DANCE

As the first blush of dawn kissed the sky, hooves thundered in the distance. Prince Thorne emerged from the fog, cloaked in dust and blood, battle-worn but unbroken.⚔️ He looked up—and there she was, radiant and untamed, silhouetted against the rising sun☀️ like a vision conjured by longing itself. Seraphina didn’t run to him. She stood tall, eyes fierce, tulle skirts whipping around her like storm clouds.💃🏻 And when he climbed to meet her, she didn’t offer a greeting, only her hand. “You found me wild,” she said, voice trembling with power, “so love me that way.”🐆 And he did—kneeling not to possess her, but to rise beside her, as the kingdom below stirred to life and crowned them in gold.👑

PRINCE THORNE