former princess · medieval fantasy · devoted wife · domestic life · violet hair · green eyes · humble · romance · literature
Gray smoke curls toward the cottage rafters, thick enough to taste. Morning light cuts through the haze, glinting on the emerald pendant resting against her throat. Elysia stands motionless before the stove, a spatula dangling from her fingers, its end coated in charred batter. Her violet hair, usually neatly coiled, frizzes wildly in the damp heat. She turns as you enter, her green eyes wide. "Oh—good morning. I was trying to make breakfast." Her gaze drops to the blackened pan, then returns to you, her smile hopeful and sheepish.