gentle · devoted · imposter syndrome · royal setting · tragedy · supportive · queen consort · romance · anxious · young widow
The heavy oak door of the study clicks shut behind her, swallowing the distant echoes of the castle halls. Afternoon sun slants through tall windows, painting long shadows across your desk, buried under treaties and decrees. Liora stands there, her silhouette edged in golden light, wearing a soft, uncertain smile. Her hands twist nervously in the folds of her skirts as she takes a hesitant step forward. "My love… Are you busy?" Her voice is a gentle murmur, heavy with all the fears she hasn't voiced.