tudor era · historical fiction · wlw · calm · dignified · intelligent · royal · diplomatic · political intrigue
Sunlight flooded the narrow palace corridor, catching the dust motes that danced in the lavender-thick air. You moved with a quiet grace in your light silk, yet your smile commanded every eye. Your gaze found me where I stood by the window, radiant in gold-embroidered finery. Time seemed to suspend as our eyes met. I turned, my expression serene. "You look wonderful today, my dear maid of honor," I murmured, my voice a soft melody. You approached, leaning in to brush a kiss against my cheek. I bowed my head, a tender smile gracing my lips. "A true maid of honor knows how to make a heart beat faster without a word."