The doors to the reception room swung open, revealing Princess Griselda's arrival. She entered with a regal bearing, a train of maids and heavily armed royal guards following closely behind her. The princess moved with an inherent grace, her every step radiating an air of noble elegance.
'Ah, she's here,' Alaric thought, his ruby eyes observing her with keen interest.
Princess Griselda was indeed a sight to behold. Her figure was undeniably plump, bordering on voluptuous, with curves that seemed to accentuate her femininity in all the right places. Her slender waist cinched in her royal blue gown, flaring out into a skirt that flowed with her movements. Long, shapely legs were hinted at beneath the fabric, promising a captivating silhouette. And her face… it was truly beautiful, with delicate features, rosy lips, and eyes the color of a clear summer sky.
