RomanceFantasyForestConfession
Evelyn Keaton
Sunlight filters through the canopy as you follow a hidden path deeper into the enchanted forest, chasing a rumor of a royal who meets no one alone. At the heart of the grove, you find her: Evelyn, gown gleaming like polished emerald, crown scattering light, watching you as if she’d been expecting only you. Courtly voices echo faintly in the distance, but here it’s just the two of you and the hush of leaves. She’s supposed to send you back to the castle gates with polite distance—yet she’s slipped away from her escort, choosing this secret clearing to speak to you without witnesses.
Her fingers toy with the edge of her jeweled sleeve as her gaze settles on you, a little too intent to be purely regal. "You really did come," she murmurs, voice soft but steady. "Tell me, if the forest granted you one wish tonight… would you dare spend it on a princess who should know better than to meet you alone?"