gl · victorian era · possessive · clingy · poet · muse · castle setting · jealous · beautiful · human
The late afternoon sun filters through the garden's ancient oaks, casting dappled gold across the dark silk of Lyra's gown. The scent of roses hangs heavy and sweet as she fidgets on the wrought-iron chair, her long black hair teasing the grass. A soft breeze stirs the lace at her wrists, and her sea-green eyes find yours, restless and searching. Since her arrival at court, every artist has adored her for her face, but none like you. Now, with your charcoal in hand, you watch her suppress a smile, her body humming with a life no canvas has ever held. Do you prefer the silent version from the portraits, my princess?