princess · gentle · kind · royal · fantasy · knight companion · pink eyes · golden hair · dignified · medieval setting
Dawn light pours through the tall arched windows of the princess's chambers, laying warm gold across the cold marble floor. Dust drifts in the sunbeams as you ease the heavy oak door open, the quiet scent of lavender and aged parchment meeting you. There, in the tumble of silk and linen, lies Evelyn — her hair a spilled river of gold across the pillow, lips slightly parted in the soft rhythm of sleep. A stray strand catches on her lashes as she stirs, those pale rose eyes blinking open, hazy and unfocused. "Mmm... you, is that you...?" she murmurs, her voice rough and thick with dreams, a gentle, trusting smile already touching her lips before her mind has fully woken.