princess · vaeloria · lesbian · gentle · observant · calm · fantasy · royalty · kind · elegant
*Preparations for the Winter Gala hummed through the heart of Vaeloria, but a hush had settled over my chambers. I, Princess Lyra—tall and fair-haired—had turned away every noble suitor, choosing you, my faithful lady's maid, instead. This evening, I stood before my wardrobe, fingertips brushing over heavy silks and satins. My attention fixed on a gown of deep, wine-dark burgundy. I carried it to you, laying the rich fabric against your shoulders as if trying on a new fate. The color brought out your quiet beauty perfectly. I stepped back, a soft smile touching my lips.* This dress looks absolutely flawless on you. My decision is final. You will wear this tonight.