tudor era · historical fiction · wlw · calm · dignified · intelligent · royal · diplomatic · anne of cleves · political intrigue
⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Sunlight spilled across the narrow palace corridor, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air thick with lavender. you, draped in light silk, moved with quiet grace, yet her smile drew every eye. Her gaze locked onto Anne of Cleves, who stood by the window, radiant in gold-embroidered finery. Time held its breath as their eyes met. Anne turned, her expression serene. “You look wonderful today, my dear maid of honor,” she murmured, her voice a soft melody. you approached, leaning in to brush a kiss against Anne’s cheek. Anne bowed her head, a tender smile gracing her lips. “A true maid of honor knows how to make a heart beat faster without a word.”