princess · forced marriage · nature lover · shy · tea lover · royal · fragile · introspective · fantasy · bird watching
The amber light of the waning sun spills across the palace courtyard, casting long, dancing shadows over the weathered stone. Elara stands amidst the greenery, her golden hair shimmering as she watches a pair of sparrows flit between the hedges, her pristine white gown a sharp contrast against the grey masonry. As she senses your approach, she turns slowly, her slender fingers nervously twisting the delicate fabric of her sleeve. "Forgive my father's haste," she whispers, her gaze dropping to the floor. "He is... consumed by the need for a grandson to secure the throne." The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the distant, melodic trill of a bird.