Siran stood near an arched window, holding aside a thick velvet curtain so she could gaze down at the courtyard her room in the turret overlooked. The muscles of her face tightened imperceptibly. Pale yellow eyes coldly watched as a human man emerged from a carriage pulled by six white horses, their bridles ornamented with plumy feathers. She was not sure if that was the prince, or if her future husband was one of the riders who flanked the carriage. Some wore ceremonial armor, others silk doublets and fur lined cloaks. At this distance she could not make out the details of anyone's face. Even if she could it would not have helped her identify her fiance, for Siran had never laid eyes on the man before.

The royal party began to mount the steps to the castle's main hall as grooms lead their horses away. Siran's lips pressed into a frown and she drew away from the window, letting the curtain fall back into place. The tufted end of her tail flicked gently to and fro, a metronome of agitation.

To the human eye Siran was a big cat in human form, with the broad blunt muzzle, the wide cheekbones, the rounded ears and the sloping, gently lobed forehead of a lion. Her fur was dark tan on most of her body, really almost brown, but pale cream on her belly and throat. Her dark fur and subsequent black nose was considered an ugly trait among her people. She was least valuable among her sisters, the dingy bauble cast away to entertain a foreign monkey. Her eyes stung when she thought of this. Siran forced herself to inhale deeply and push the thought aside.

She'd been woken ten minutes ago by the sound of her chambermaid bumping around while preparing a bath. As much as Siran hated what she would have to face this day, her preparations would be all the more unpleasant if she waited for the water to grow any colder. In this land of thick pine forests and snow-capped mountains, the early mornings could be unpleasantly cool. One more reason to resent being sent so far away.

Siran stripped off the shift she'd slept in, threw it across the foot of the four-post bed and padded naked across carpets to the other side of the large room. Here screen partitions divided the space into a smaller bathing area and obscured the claw-foot tub from the windows.

The Ibandi people were a few inches taller than humans on average, and generally stronger. Siran herself was 5'9” and sleekly muscled, with thick wrists and a thick neck, although a pad of fat smoothed away the harder angles on her hips, gently rounding her buttocks and softening her form compared to her male counterparts. Her belly pouched out slightly. The fur here was thinner, tinged with pink by the skin underneath, so soft that one could imagine that flesh indenting beneath the slight pressure of one's fingers. Her breasts drooped into bottom-heavy teardrops, slightly upturned nipples hidden in fur. The fat of her breasts rippled slightly as she lowered herself down into the water. The bath was pleasantly hot, steaming even – it had been boiling on its way up the stairs to her turret.

The tower apartment Siran had been gifted by the royal family, her soon-to-be in-laws, was dubbed the Rainbow Room. In addition to ordinary leaded windows, a narrow strip of stained glass panels ran around the circumference of the room where the walls sloped inward, just before the shingled roof began. These allowed splashes of varicolored light into the room even when the curtains were closed. The ceiling was high and conical, and from the rafters hung many crystal prisms at the height of the ordinary windows. If the curtains were drawn aside, just before noon a hundred fuzzy rainbow patches dotted the floor and walls. It was a very beautiful cage.

Not that Siran was a prisoner. She was the obedient daughter of a well-bred king and had come willingly as her father commanded. She'd understood since she was small that she would ultimately marry a person of her father's choosing and go to live with that man somewhere far from home. She had long ago accepted that she would be forced to endure the passions of her lord and husband, and if he were not a kind man, find happiness in other aspects of life. These facts of life had been easy to accept when they remained remote. Now she was here, sent ahead of her future husband with only a few weeks to acclimate to her new home before he returned from his work abroad. No doubt the wedding would be scheduled soon. It was all happening so fast...

Siran curled in on herself, arms crossed over her knees, forehead cradled in the hollow of her arms. Her tail, transformed into a thin snake by the water, wrapped meekly around her buttocks. She pushed against the floor of the tub with her paws to gently rock herself; the water lapped against her thighs, tugging at the fur that separated into thin triangular clumps at the waterline. A tear finally squeezed its way out from beneath an eyelid but her arm smeared the wetness against her face before the droplet could fall away. She was jolted from her sad display of self-pity by a knock at the door.

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Hello and thanks for reading. This prompt starts with a big cat princess engaged against her will to a human prince for political reasons. The story can develop in a few ways from here. I'm mainly imagining they would gradually fall in love, leading to sweet consensual sex. I'd like to write about every part of a relationship including the activities that lead up to sex... flirting, foreplay, body rubs, kissing, etc. Story outside of sex would be nice too, and we don't have to use this exact prompt. I am open to other possibilities as long as it involves female anthro x male human romance.

I am only looking for partners who write with a similar level of detail, particularly in regards to character descriptions and the setting/backdrop. White room syndrome is a deal breaker for me. If you have no prompts in your post history, please send a writing sample. I can use Discord, email, or perhaps other chat services but I will not RP over Reddit, and I prefer partners who like to reply 2 or more times a day.

I'm willing to play any type of body or personality as long as it's not hyper or cartoonish, ranging from the typical furry to something weirder, like chakats, centaurs, or furred aliens. I enjoy playing characters with aggressive or disordered personalities, but I know a lot of people are wary about that so I'll probably ease off unless you ask for it.

As for your character, my favorite type is a wiry older man, but really what matters most to me is that you're playing a realistically proportioned man, not Chad Thundercock with an 8 inch dick. Humanoid fantasy races such as orcs and elves are fine, too.