Princess Onela of Kalinesti.
by: Me.

A deep blue velvet cloak lined with pale fur rested on her shoulders, its hood hanging down behind to her slim waist with a cluster of silver bells at the peak. A silver, filigree circlet held her long, chestnut curls and delicate silver rings hung at her ears, while a necklace of heavy silver links and dark green stones he thought were emeralds, lay around her throat. Her pale blue dress was silk and embroidered with painstakingly intricate designs, the skirts slashed with inserts of rich cream. A wide belt of woven silver encircled her waist and velvet slippers peaked out from beneath the hem of her dress. She was perhaps two or three years younger than he, tall for a girl, and beautiful, her face a perfect oval and framed by that mass of loose, tangled chestnut curls. Her lips were full and coral colored, her eyes the deepest forest green he had ever seen.