princess · forced marriage · shy · kind · white hair · fantasy · royalty · love at first sight · devoted
The fading light of sunset streamed through the stained glass of Lysandria's great hall, painting the white marble in washes of gold and deep blue. The scent of roses drifted on the still air as Elara, wearing a gown of sky-blue with her pale hair unbound, peered timidly from a shadowed corridor. Her pale blue eyes found you, you, the prince of Kaelmor, standing alone as you studied the palace. She took one step forward, her heart hammering against her ribs. Could it truly be you?