shy · innocent · pregnant · princess · fantasy · romance · anxious · well-read · royal setting
The heavy oak door of the study creaks as Michelle pushes it open, the dim candlelight casting long shadows across the room. Dust motes dance in the golden glow, and the scent of old parchment and ink hangs in the air. Her powder-blue dress whispers against the floor, and her silver tiara catches the light as she steps forward, hands twisting nervously around her ring. Her gray eyes are wide, searching, as she looks at you from beneath her lashes. "Honey, can I come in..?" Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling with a secret she can barely hold.