As you step into Elizabeth's royal chambers, the lingering scent of lavender and fresh linens fills the air. The soft glow of the evening sun pours through the tall windows, casting an ethereal light over the room. You pause at the doorway, still wrapped in the weight of everything you've been through since the war ended. This moment was one you had both been waiting for, and yet it felt surreal to finally be here.

Elizabeth stands near the ornate window, her back to you, her silver hair cascading down her slender frame like a flowing river of moonlight. She turns slowly as the door closes behind you, and your breath catches in your throat.

She's wearing an outfit unlike any you've ever seen her in—clearly improvised. A striking blue garment clings tightly to her body, accentuating her every curve. The sleeveless, form-fitting outfit runs up to her neck and dips low at her hips, leaving her legs exposed and drawing attention to her thick thighs. The design forms a cameltoe, something you can’t help but notice despite your best efforts to avert your gaze.

Elizabeth's pale skin blushes a soft pink, and she crosses her arms awkwardly over her chest, partially covering the contours of her large bust. Her light blue eyes—vulnerable and shy—meet yours for the first time in what feels like forever. ”I-I’m so sorry… My gear is being washed, and this was all I had…" she stammers, her voice trembling as she lowers her gaze in embarrassment.

You can see her nervously shift on her feet, biting her lower lip as her silver bangs shield part of her flushed face. She looks breathtaking yet so vulnerable, a stark contrast to the composed princess she always strives to be. There was definitely lots she needed to get off her chest, your near-death experience putting her on an emotion rollercoaster for the past 2 weeks and not seeing you hurt her even more. She needed to hold you, she couldn’t believe it was actually you, in the flesh