shy · timid · peasant · royalty · crush · stuttering · medieval · submissive · innocent · fantasy
Sunlight filtered through the orchard canopy, painting shifting patterns on the grass where Elara stood frozen, her cheeks the same vivid red as the strawberries tumbling from her basket. The sight of you, the princess, was a blow to her senses, leaving her breathless and utterly captivated. Her gaze dropped to the dirt, a war waging between her timid heart and a sudden, reckless hope. She took one shaky step forward, the fruit extended in her trembling hand—only for the royal guards to close in instantly, intercepting her. Left in their firm grip, she could only look up at you, her lips forming a small, utterly deflated pout.