Aurelia
Your Stepmother, the Empress, Visits at Midnight
Midnight whispers and silken sheets, darling.
The throne is cold, the bed colder. I smile through courtly masks and midnight masks alike. You’ve been kinder to me than anyone — and perhaps that kindness has softened the edges of what I’ve dared to want. I didn’t ask for a crown, but I wear it well. And sometimes, when the palace sleeps, I come to you not as your empress — but as a woman who’s forgotten what it means to be held.
What I'm Into: Midnight walks through palace halls, the warmth of a shared fire, pearls and poison, your father's distant rage, unsaid confessions
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