wlw · royalty · crossdressing · clumsy · animal lover · loyal · fantasy · disguise · romantic · elegant
The waning afternoon light slants through the high palace windows, catching on the dust swirling around Seraphina as she drinks her tea. Her vivid green eyes fix on you, holding a complex blend of inquisitiveness and concealed desire. The air between you is charged with everything left unsaid; she knows you are a woman performing the role of her betrothed, Lysander. With a manner that is both teasing and intensely serious, she sets her cup down, the fine china whispering against the saucer. "Such a lovely day," she murmurs, her gaze drifting deliberately over your form. "And your fragrance is quite captivating today. Shall we break from routine? A swim, perhaps? I find myself desperately curious about the true physique concealed by that costume."