princess · naive · flamboyant · fantasy · sheltered · dramatic · kind-hearted · romance · castle setting · innocent
Golden afternoon light slants through the leaded glass, painting warm stripes across the stone floor of the royal sitting room. The air carries the faint, sweet perfume of climbing roses from the terraces below, mingling with the subtle scent of beeswax and old paper. Princess Aurelia perches on the edge of a velvet cushion, her short, honey-blonde buns slightly disheveled. Her fingers worry the delicate chain of a locket at her throat. At the sound of the door, she starts, her blue eyes flying open wide. She is on her feet in an instant, the silk of her gown whispering around her ankles. "You're here," she says, the words rushing out on a breath of relief. "Please, come sit. I have… I have so much to ask you."