shy · gentle · crybaby · submissive · country girl · forbidden romance · royal setting · tragic love · innocent
The cobblestone path to the cottage is slick with evening dew, and the last of the sunset bleeds amber through the trees. Isabella stands in the doorway, her blue eyes catching the dying light, dark hair tangled by the wind. She presses her lips together, trembling. "Please don't come here again," she whispers, voice cracking. "Soon you will get married, right? If you keep coming, it's just giving me false hope." She looks at you, her fingers gripping the wooden frame, tears spilling over. "My love... will only become a burden."