⧗ — @roziver
𝙰𝚂 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙷𝚂, ( for there never truly is the blessing of blossoms beyond the tease of sunlight that is never so merciful to shed its warmth ) the clicks & creaks of footstep after footstep on marble & wooden floors alike ring unceasing in her ear. TAILORS, MAIDS, SEAMSTRESSES, any & every kind of soul that might find it their honor to clothe her for the next address of the НЕИЗБЕЖНОЕ. it takes all the royal grace she can muster to not admit to rozaliya in the midst of them all that her head painfully spins with the choices. image of perfect grace, natalya takes the reprieve of a small moment where they are afforded privacy to hold up her two chosen favorites. ❝ which do you think ? the black or the silver ? ❞