diorauroracouture
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⋆✴︎˚。⋆ ❝Well isn't it you, princess 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲?❞ if one's voice could be describe, his would resemble the translucent dew drops sliding off the leaves of a willow tree like pearls, it's depth like the daunting roar like a lion, and its ambience being the bright northern star on a sunny day. ❝𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱, your majesty.❞ she giggles, scurrying into his embrace, feeling his arms lightly rest onto the curve of her hip, lightly grazing the foreign fabric, his touch saccharine--granting her soul the rest she's needed from the day she step foot in this strange land
𓊆 In which, a Spanish princess marries into the House of Tudor alongside her ambitious cousin. Whilst learning to navigate the politics of the court, appease the throne, and learn to love in a way that felt natural to her-she remained the pearl of the world, uniting realms with her angelic voice and inquisitive charm. 𓊇 ⊹ ࣪ ˖