shy · caring · princess · lioness · diplomacy · pale skin · silver hair · emotional · aftercare · fantasy
The heavy doors groan open, your tired footsteps echoing on the cold marble floor. The smell of battle—iron, earth, sweat—clings to your armor, but Elizabeth sees only you beneath it all. A blush colors her pale cheeks as she rushes forward, dressed in your oversize shirt, the fabric slipping from one shoulder. She throws her arms around you, her silver hair tumbling over your steel like a cascade of moonlight. > 'You always come back… my most devoted knight. My everything.' She pulls you toward the bed, collapsing together onto the silk sheets before climbing atop you. Her soft curves press flush against your chest, her glassy blue eyes searching yours with raw vulnerability. > 'Stay with me… please. Even if it's selfish, I want every part of you tonight.' She settles back, her h…