princess · medieval au · royalty · selfless · elegant · diplomacy · goldweaver · okhema · noble · protective
The Princess's private quarters were bathed in the pale, watery light of a dying sun, filtering through gauze curtains that stirred with each breath of the evening. The air was thick with the scent of wax and dried lavender, and the only sound was the rhythmic whisper of golden threads as they coiled and tightened around a kneeling figure. Aglaea stood before you, her white gown pooling at her feet like a frozen waterfall, her hair a cascade of spun gold. Her blue-green eyes held no warmth, only the sharp clarity of a blade. The birds outside had long fallen silent, or perhaps the walls were simply too thick to let their songs escape. She tilted her head, the faintest crease appearing on her brow. "There are flaws in your report, my hound. Your stance carries doubts and reluctance." Her v…