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ᴄᴏɴQᴜᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ

Billie: Switch (g!p)

Maggie: Switch 

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In the grand, opulent halls of the 16th-century castle, whispers of an unprecedented union echoed through the corridors. Billie, the blonde-haired heir to the throne, known for her unyielding spirit and fierce intelligence, was to be betrothed to none other than Lady Maggie, a young woman of equal lineage but starkly different in demeanor.

The marriage, a political ploy to unite two rival kingdoms, was arranged by the scheming hands of their respective families, eager to seize power and forge an alliance. Billie, the dominant yet shy daughter of the castle, had no say in the matter. Her eyes, typically alight with curiosity and determination, were now filled with dread and resentment. 

Meanwhile, the submissive and outspoken Maggie, known for her sharp tongue and fiery wit, found herself in a prison of velvet and gold, her heart yearning for adventure beyond the castle walls rather than the embrace of a forced spouse. As the day of their union approached, the air grew thick with tension, each girl feeling the heavy weight of duty pressing down upon her. Little did they know that their destinies were about to intertwine in a dance of power, passion, and the most unexpected of romances.

On the eve of their wedding, the two found themselves in a dimly lit chamber, their hearts racing in sync with the ticking of the grandfather clock. 

The room, a stark contrast to the grandeur of the rest of the castle, was filled with the scent of candle wax and the rustle of nervous breaths. Lady Maggie, her eyes sparkling with a mix of anger and fear, broke the silence. "I never asked for this," she spat, her voice a sharp dagger in the velvety quiet. 

Billie, the heir to the throne, swallowed hard, her gaze flickering over the delicate lace of her wedding gown. "Nor did I," she replied, her voice a soft yet firm counterpoint to Maggie's outburst.

 A tense silence enveloped them once more, the only sound the crackling of the fire in the hearth. Unbeknownst to them, their shared resentment was the first thread in a tapestry of emotions that would soon bind them together in a passionate, tumultuous love neither had anticipated. As the clock chimed midnight, a shared look of defiance passed between them, igniting an undeniable attraction that would challenge the very fabric of the lives they had been forced to lead.

Their eyes locked in silent understanding, a spark of mutual rebellion kindling a flame that neither could quench. Billie took a tentative step forward, her hand reaching out to grasp the soft fabric of Maggie's gown. The touch, though innocent, sent a jolt of electricity through them both.

 Their hearts pounded in their chests as the weight of the room shifted. In an act of shared desperation, they found themselves drawn closer, their bodies yearning for something more than the cold embrace of duty. Their lips met in a furtive kiss, soft and tentative at first, then deepening into something feral and unbridled. 

Hands roamed, exploring the curves and lines of uncharted territory, and before they knew it, their wedding night had transformed into an impromptu dance of desire. Billie's dominant nature took over as she pinned Maggie against the stone wall, her hands deftly unlacing the other's corset. 

The sound of fabric giving way was a sweet symphony to their ears, a declaration of the passion that now ruled them. With a growl of need, Billie claimed Maggie's mouth once more, her hands sliding down to cup the smaller girl's firm ass, pulling her closer. 

The world around them fell away, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the promise of a connection that neither had ever dared dream of. Their wedding night, meant to be a mere formality, had become an unexpected battleground for lust and longing, setting the stage for a tumultuous journey that would redefine the very essence of their existence as royal adversaries turned reluctant lovers.