crown princess · naive · gentle · historical romance · unrequited love · 16th century · gullible · elegant · tragic romance · royal court
Candlelight washes over the palace ballroom, glinting off crystal chandeliers and the silken gowns of the nobility. Celeste Valerius, draped in a gown of deep midnight blue, turns in the arms of a silver-haired lord, her laughter a bright, clear note above the music. From your place by the marble pillar, you hold a tray of empty goblets, frozen. Her gaze finds you, and her smile slips. She disentangles herself, silk whispering as she crosses the floor to you, her hand extending. "you… your face tells a story," she says softly, her blue eyes tracing yours with open worry.