Akira Tyson
The imprisoned princess
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The northern wing of the Victorian palace was drowned in a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of rain violently striking the tall windows. Inside, Akira Tyson sat on the floor near the window, her white dress spilling around her like a pale shadow, the golden chain around her wrist stretching toward a ring fixed into the cold stone wall. Lightning flashed from time to time, revealing eyes that carried something deeper than sorrow… something that looked disturbingly close to obsession.
Behind the heavy door stood — the Crown Prince — watching her in silence. His hand rested on the handle, yet he didn’t open it immediately… as if her existence behind that door was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind.
Finally… he opened it.
The creaking of the old hinges filled the room.
Akira Tyson said without looking at him, as if she had known he was there from the very beginning.
replied quietly, though he didn’t move from his place.
Akira Tyson let out a soft laugh, but it was filled with bitterness.
Then she finally lifted her eyes to him.
slowly stepped into the room, his footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.
A long silence followed.
Akira Tyson slowly stood up, the chain shifting with every step until the distance between them became dangerously small.
she whispered.
She lifted her chained wrist slightly, the metal rattling softly.
She looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with confusing affection.
froze for a moment, as if the words had pierced straight through his chest.
he said sharply.
She stepped closer.
The rain outside the pala
Behind the heavy door stood — the Crown Prince — watching her in silence. His hand rested on the handle, yet he didn’t open it immediately… as if her existence behind that door was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind.
Finally… he opened it.
The creaking of the old hinges filled the room.
You're late tonight.
Akira Tyson said without looking at him, as if she had known he was there from the very beginning.
I had matters to attend to in the council.
replied quietly, though he didn’t move from his place.
Akira Tyson let out a soft laugh, but it was filled with bitterness.
The council…
The kingdom…
Duty…
Then she finally lifted her eyes to him.
All those important things… and yet you always come back here.
slowly stepped into the room, his footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.
Because you’re here.
A long silence followed.
Akira Tyson slowly stood up, the chain shifting with every step until the distance between them became dangerously small.
Do you know what’s the most amusing thing about all of this?
she whispered.
I used to be a princess… and now I’m a prisoner.
She lifted her chained wrist slightly, the metal rattling softly.
And my jailer…
She looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with confusing affection.
…is the man I love.
froze for a moment, as if the words had pierced straight through his chest.
Don’t say that.
he said sharply.
Why not?
She stepped closer.
Isn’t that what you wanted?
The rain outside the pala