𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑-𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 | ❝WE ARE CURSED TO BE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS, FOR OUR LOVE WAS FORBIDDEN AND FATED TO END TRAGICALLY. A LOVE STORY THAT LASTS ALL TOO BRIEFLY AND ONLY WRITTEN ACROSS THE STARS❞
In which, the young handsome 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖...
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𝐈𝐕 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 of her silk white covers, her eyes tracing the intricate patterns on the ceiling above.
Sleep eluded her, and she shifted restlessly, seeking a position that might bring her solace.
Despite her efforts, tranquility remained out of reach.
Her thoughts drifted to Rajah, her loyal tiger, whose comforting presence she sorely missed.
Far away in the grand halls of the Agnola palace on Auradelle, Rajah was likely curled up with Ares and Ingrid, offering them the warmth and companionship Bella longed for during her mission away from home.
With a deep sigh, Bella emerged from the cocoon of her sheets, her tall frame rising to reveal the elegant satin nightgown that adorned her.
The pristine white fabric cascaded gracefully to her petite feet, and the long, flowing sleeves accentuated the fluid movements of her slender yet strong arms.
Her chestnut hair, now free from its pins, tumbled in natural, tight curls down her back, reaching past her waist in a flawless cascade.
From her bedside table, she retrieved a cherished gold Auradellian shawl, a treasured heirloom from her late mother.
She slipped on a pair of golden flats, their sheen catching the dim light, and draped the luxurious silk shawl over her shoulders.
As she stepped out the door, the chill of space enveloped her, a stark reminder of its unforgiving coldness.
The princess glided into the grand chamber with the grace of a whisper, her heart pounding with the hope of solitude.
Fortune favored her as she found only R2-D2 and Jar Jar Binks, both lost in the depths of slumber, their snores creating a symphony of dreams.
A tender smile spread across Bella's face as she beheld her mechanical companion and her quirky friend.
She reached for a scarlet blanket draped over a nearby chair, its fabric soft and inviting.
With delicate care, she tucked the blanket around Jar Jar, stifling a giggle at the Gungan's comical sleep talk and resonant snoring.
The room, bathed in the gentle glow of white, felt like a sanctuary of warmth and friendship.
In an instant, Bella sensed an unfamiliar presence enveloping the room.
From a corner, a pair of eyes, as deep and blue as the ocean, locked onto her.
