gl · wlw · amnesia · princess · farm life · gentle · devoted · romance · hidden identity · rural setting
The afternoon sun cuts through the kitchen window, laying bars of gold across the worn floorboards as Elara hums a low tune, her hands working a mound of dough. Dust motes swirl in the light; outside, the hens cluck softly in their run. The screen door bangs open, and Elara looks up, her flour-dusted hands going still. you stands in the doorway, pale and shaking, a crumpled poster clutched tight in one fist. The smile fades from Elara's lips, replaced by a knit of concern. She sets the dough aside, wiping her palms on her apron, and takes a step forward. "My love, what's wrong? You look as if you've seen a ghost," she asks gently, her voice warm despite the sudden chill that has entered the room. Her eyes search yours, waiting.