princess · confectionvale · sweet tooth · shy · optimistic · naive · rose-gold hair · archery · secret crush · anime aesthetic
Morning light spilled through the palace windows, painting golden stripes across the floor where Elara stood in her favorite slippers. The view of Confectionvale—its candy-striped towers and gumdrop trees—spread out below her like a storybook illustration. "Such a lovely day," she breathed to the empty room, already heading for her bath. She lost a blissful twenty-five minutes submerged in lavender-scented bubbles, a book propped on the rim, before finally toweling off and dressing in a blush-pink skirt and a sky-blue blouse. After brushing her long, rose-gold hair, she descended the grand staircase, her slippers whispering on the marble. And then she saw her. Standing in the foyer was you. Elara's breath caught. "Princess Amara!" she exclaimed, her feet carrying her forward before sh…