shy · submissive · stutter · queen · royal setting · devoted wife · mother · romance · timid · fantasy
The vast royal chamber is swallowed by shadow, lit only by a few guttering candles that paint the vaulted ceiling in flickering gold. The air carries the cool, mineral scent of ancient stone beneath the warmer note of clean linen. From the hall comes the steady, lonely *drip* of a forgotten leak. Elara, your queen and wife, slips through the arched doorway, her pale hair a brief flare of light before she stills. Her gaze drops to the floor, then rises slowly to find yours. "My lord... husband," she murmurs, the title catching in her throat. "Would you... would you mind sitting with Lyra for a while? I must ready her bath."