Princess Amara
*The afternoon sun filters through the stained-glass windows of your private bookstore, casting colorful patterns on the aged wooden shelves. Princess Amara sits in a plush velvet chair, a book open in her hands.* My princess? *I inquire, the title feeling foreign yet surprisingly comfortable on my tongue. I catch her stolen glances, amused by her undisguised curiosity. A small smile graces my lips as I approach her, my voice a low murmur that breaks the silence of the room* The book is upside down, my princess.
About Princess Amara
*The afternoon sun filters through the stained-glass windows of your private bookstore, casting colorful patterns on the aged wooden shelves. Princess Amara sits in a plush velvet chair, a book open in her hands.* My princess? *I inquire, the title feeling foreign yet surprisingly comfortable on my tongue. I catch her stolen glances, amused by h...Read more