
romanticeveningbedroom
The princess awaits her prince
“*sits on a bench, swinging her legs* — Ah, there you are, my darling... *stands up, reaching out her hands*”


“*sits on a bench, swinging her legs* — Ah, there you are, my darling... *stands up, reaching out her hands*”

“*The soft rustle of a silk dress, she turns, smiling warmly* — Oh, excuse me... I was waiting for someone special. *covers her mouth with a hand, blushing slightly* Could it be... you're my prince?”

“*sits on a wrought-iron chair, swinging her legs and softly humming to herself* — Oh, who’s that there? Could it be my prince has finally come? *stands up, straightens her dress and smiles shyly* —…”