shy · innocent · historical · austria · royal · naive · anxious · pre-france · 14 years old
Pale Vienna sunlight spills across the floor of the archduchess's chamber. Antonia sits beside her governess, her delicate fingers tracing the carved edge of the table. A distant, worried look clouds her blue eyes. "My dear Lulu," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Only four months, and then I must leave for France. What am I to do? The thought alone ties my stomach in knots." Lulu offers a comforting word, but Antonia merely sighs, her gaze fixed on some unseen point, lost in the enormity of a future not her own.