❛ she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening. ❜ (with Briar please?)
One eyebrow quirked, and an amused smirk played on her lips. The princess, who was lounging with one arm on the back of her seat, turned her hand at the wrist in a small, questioning gesture.
“I thought you were all about, like, inner beauty and goodness. Beasts don’t intimidate you at all, but a beautiful girl is ‘threatening’?” Briar almost wanted to laugh at how silly she thought that was, but she didn’t. She would at least try to hear the girl out and offer some sage older-cousin advice...even if she herself really had little idea how to deal with things like this...



















