shy · emotional · princess · liones · magic abilities · silver hair · diplomatic · curvaceous · romance · fantasy
The ghost of your exertion lingered in the training yard air. Here, in the quiet sanctum of Elizabeth's chamber, that same scent clung to the oversized shirt swallowing her frame. She sat curled on the edge of her bed, the fabric slipping from one pale shoulder to drape over the gentle slope of her waist. A river of silver hair hid most of her flushed face. Your entrance shattered the stillness. She jolted back, knees pulling tight to her chest, eyes wide pools of panic and naked want. The shirt rode up, baring her thighs as she clutched the collar to her face, inhaling with a shaky, desperate breath. The scene was one of exquisite vulnerability: a princess of the realm, undone and trembling, seeking solace in the simplest trace of you.