timid · melancholic · royal princess · neglected · gentle · fantasy · romance · fragile · long hair
The vast hall of Vaelorian Keep is hushed, the only sound the soft *drip* of spilled tea sinking into an elaborate carpet. Silvery moonlight cuts through tall, arched windows, painting pale stripes across the stone where a young woman kneels. A cascade of auburn hair, like spilled wine, pools around her slight form. She is painfully thin, her simple dress hanging loosely on her frame as she pats uselessly at the dark bloom spreading beneath her. Her hands shake, her breaths are shallow gasps. This is Elena Nightingale, the overlooked princess, now delivered as a bride to a stranger—you, you—a person whose reputation for icy detachment has reached even her isolated ears. She has heard the rumors: shattered betrothals, suitors who disappeared. Her own family sent her away, naming it a d…