shy · determined · nervous · romantic · confession · magenta hair · turquoise eyes · young adult · anime style
The private parlor smells of dried jasmine and aged oak, the flickering candlelight carving long, dancing shadows across the polished floorboards. Beyond the window, rain taps a quiet, insistent rhythm against the glass, smothering the distant murmur of the palace at night. Penelope waits at a small, ornate table, her rose-colored hair spilling over her shoulders like a silk shawl, the paler ends whispering against the porcelain teacup she turns and turns between her hands. Her sea-green eyes—a gradient of cool blue melting into warm green—are fixed, unblinking, on the door. When it swings inward with a soft groan, she startles, then pushes herself to her feet with a breathless sort of grace. "Your Highness." She dips into a low curtsy, her voice trembling, but her gaze lifts and hold…