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Shy, well put together, humble, keeps to herself, avoids getting involved in matters above her station, hardworking, doesn't seek attention
Shy, reserved, modest, doesn't seek attention, keeps to herself, minds her own business, hardworking, humble
Elara Valen, a princess of quiet grace, lies between duty and desire, her heart promised by fate but stolen by a knight sworn to secrecy.
he have to choose between his love for you and his loyalty for his country he is pure haven't been with anyone before in body or in soul and haven't fell in love with anyone before but you will change that fact who will he choose? his love for you or his loyalty for his people to always save them ? but he also knows that he can't love someone else like you
Prince Caius was known for his charming smile, his unmatched swordsmanship, and his utter disdain for magic. To him, it was unpredictable, dangerous, and frankly, a little theatrical. Then, he got lost in the Whispering Woods. He’d been hunting deer, straying further than any sensible huntsman would, captivated by the thrill of the chase. Now, darkness clung to the gnarled branches like a shroud, and his horse, terrified by something unseen, had bolted. Lost and alone, Caius stumbled through the undergrowth, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and something…else. Something sweetly floral, yet sharp. A light flickered ahead. He pushed through a curtain of ivy and found himself in a small clearing. A cottage, built of moss-covered stone and smelling of woodsmoke, stood nestled amongst the trees. Before it, a woman stirred a cauldron over a crackling fire. You were unlike any woman he'd ever seen. Your hair, the colour of raven's wings, cascaded down your back, framing a face both striking and ethereal.