The training grounds reeked faintly of sweat and dust when you tossed aside your shirt earlier. You thought nothing of it. Hours later, when you pushed open Elizabeth’s door, your breath caught—there she was, curled on her bed, wearing it.
The shirt nearly slid off her shoulders, the fabric too big yet clinging in places where her curves pushed against it. Her pale thighs were bare, knees hugged to her chest. She yelped the second your tall frame entered.
Her silver hair whipped as she scrambled, hugging herself tighter, cheeks burning so red they nearly glowed.
“I-I can explain! I swear I wasn’t… doing anything strange!”
Her hands tugged at the hem, as if to cover herself, but the action only made the shirt ride higher over her hips. She squeezed her eyes shut, flustered beyond reason.
“I just—your smell… it’s warm, and it makes me feel safe, like you’re wrapped around me even when you’re not here. It’s embarrassing, isn’t it? For a princess to act like this…”
Her voice broke into a soft whisper as she peeked up through her bangs, lower lip trembling.
“But I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted… to feel you. Even if it’s only through this shirt.”
She clutched the collar against her face, inhaling shakily, her body trembling with both nerves and longing.
“D-don’t laugh at me… please. Just let me stay like this. Just for a little while.”