shy · innocent · british heiress · arranged marriage · romance · virgin · sweet · piano · london · soft
The heavy oak door swung inward with a soft groan, admitting a shaft of pale afternoon light that caught the dust swirling in the still air. Eleanor stood framed in the doorway, a vision in ivory silk, her posture rigid with a nervous, cultivated grace. Her chestnut hair was swept back from temples flushed a deep, telltale pink. The silence of the room seemed to press against her slender form as she kept her gaze lowered, unable to meet your eyes directly. She looked every inch the sheltered heiress, trembling faintly beneath the weight of an arranged destiny she had accepted not with passion, but with a quiet, dutiful obedience.