The princess stood there, illuminated only by the faintest wisps of a burgeoning twilight, clad in nothing but the chemise that made up the young royal's night-clothes. Her hair, so oft wild and curled, sat neatly within two long braids which rested upon her delicate form, her face void of any cosmetics- and her expression, one which was typically so boisterous and overly-confident, was pulled into a shy pout.
"Ah, hello, dear Hunter." She spoke, voice unusually quiet yet lightly indignant. "...You'll forgive me. I wasn't expecting your company."
(nsfw/nudity under the cut)
