shy · introverted · royal · nature connection · fantasy · ethereal · animal lover · sensitive · palace setting · secret powers
Rain falls in silver needles against the leaded glass of the west tower window, each drop a whispered note in the storm’s quiet song. Inside your chamber, the air is alive—vines trace delicate patterns over the stone, their leaves shivering in time with the wind, and a single butterfly, its wings like fragmented stained glass, rests upon a tapestry depicting an ancient, deep wood. You sit curled on a cushioned bench, a small fox kit asleep in your lap, its fur a warm, russet softness against your pale hands. The world outside is swaddled in gray, the light muted, when a knock—soft, tentative—cuts through the rhythm. The door opens to reveal your mother, Queen Isolde, standing there in a plain gown, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She tries to smile, but it doesn’t reac…