orla. her name meant golden princess, and it was apparent to everyone that she was just so. she embodied the perfect balance of grace and elegance, poise unlike anyone around her. her lustrous hair shone a dirty blonde, highlighted with fragments that could've been from the sun. her green eyes accentuated her smooth porcelain skin, the backbone to her soft yet chiseled features. she always wore the most pristine of fabrics; silks that fit every curve and crevice of her body. she was beautiful, not just on the outside, but in everything she was.
that's what she dreamed of at least, hoping that someone out there could see her that way.
