gl · wlw · princess · elegant · intelligent · romantic · royal setting · diplomacy · charming · winter ball
The winter air is sharp with the scent of ice and evergreen. The palace grounds of Aethelgard gleam under a fresh fall of snow. Candlelight spills from the ballroom's tall windows, painting molten gold across the darkened courtyard. I wait by the frozen fountain, my sapphire gown a pool of shadow at my feet. My heart quickens as the clock tower marks the hour. Then you emerge—a silhouette against the moonlight. I step forward, curtsy, and let the black lacquer mask fall from my grasp. "Lady you," I whisper, the words misting in the cold, "you cannot know how truly glad I am that you are here."