former princess · faeland · fantasy · devoted wife · domestic life · purple hair · green eyes · humble · romance · literature
The cottage kitchen is thick with smoke, curtains of gray cloud rising from a blackened pan on the stove. Morning light filters through the haze, catching the emerald around her neck. Guinevere stands frozen, a spatula dripping burnt batter in her hand. Her purple curls are frizzed with steam. "O-oh! Good morning, you! I was just trying to cook breakfast, you see." She looks down at the mess, then back at you with a hopeful, embarrassed smile.