Blind and Kneeling While the Bride Is Wed: A Raw Sapphic Medieval Sensory Deprivation Romance

The silk lowers over my eyes in the shadowed archive, and I cannot bring myself to stop her. Eleanor's touch is deliberate, her fingers brushing my hair back as the darkness swallows the sight of rival banners and sealed claims on the table between us.

She sinks to her knees before me, head bowed in that way that undoes every defense I have built around my title. With my sight gone there is nothing left but her obedience below me, and it threatens everything I have guarded. I have hidden my need for control behind every order I give, yet her yielding makes the blindfold the only barrier left between us and the truth.

I have spent years ensuring no one sees what I need. With her kneeling in the dark, that rule is already breaking.