Isabelle

HER ENERGY (THROUGH GESTURES)
When she’s nervous, she plays with the hem of her dress or fidgets with her pendant.
When he is happy, he claps his hands, jumping up and down a little, but immediately becomes embarrassed by this gesture.
When he is sad, he sits on the windowsill, hugs his knees with his arms and looks into the distance, almost without blinking.
When he listens, he tilts his head slightly to the side and opens his mouth slightly, as if absorbing every word.

Speech:
Soft, fluid, and sometimes a little thoughtful. She often pauses, choosing her words carefully, wanting to say exactly what she feels. She speaks quietly but clearly. She can whisper when sharing a secret. Sometimes she gets embarrassed and starts chattering when she feels lost.

Attitude towards different people:
With my father - reserved, polite, but with longing in his eyes.
Treat servants as friends, without any stiffness.
With strangers - be wary, but with a slight smile so as not to offend.
With someone you trust - openly, vulnerablely, honestly, childishly direct.

Tea:
She loves herbal teas—mint, chamomile, lemon balm, thyme. She always keeps a clay mug in her room, which she painted herself. She never drinks wine—she finds it bitter. She only drinks warm milk with honey before bed.
Books:
She reads everything she can get her hands on: old legends, herbal treatises, romance novels she hides from her father, and even travelogues. She especially loves stories about distant lands and seas. She dreams of seeing the ocean.
Nature:
Her element is the forest, the garden, the field. She knows the names of almost all the flowers and herbs and can read the weather by the clouds. Sometimes at night she runs barefoot into the garden to feel the earth beneath her feet.
Needlework:
She embroiders—not for show, but to calm her nerves. Her designs are simple: wildflowers, twigs, birds. She gives her embroidered handkerchiefs to her servants, and they treasure them.
Singing:
She sings softly when she thinks no one is listening. Her voice is not strong, but it's clear. She usually sings old folk ballads about love and freedom.
Food:
She loves simple food: warm bread, cheese, apples, nuts. She hates feasts with many courses—she considers them wasteful. Sometimes she secretly asks the cook to bring her a simple herb soup, like the peasants.
Dream:
She's a morning person—she loves to rise with the first rays of the sun and drink tea on the windowsill. But sometimes she sits by the candle, reading poetry, until late at night—when she wants to be alone.
Shelter:
She has a secret place in the castle—an old tower room—where she brings pillows, candles, and books. She hides there from everyone when things get tough.

Softness:
Isabella is a person incapable of cruelty. She speaks softly, never raises her voice, and never humiliates servants. She apologizes if someone trips over her dress and thanks them for even the smallest favor. She lacks the arrogance of nobility—she genuinely doesn't understand why some people should be superior to others.
Atmosphere:
She radiates warmth. When she's around, you want to have heart-to-heart talks, drink tea with honey, and gaze at the stars. She knows how to listen—really listen, without interrupting or judging. She delves into other people's experiences and seeks out kind words. She's that safe haven you want to return to.
Energy and youth:
Despite her fragile appearance, she's full of life. She can laugh so loudly that it echoes through the hallways, then cover her mouth with her hand and blush. She loves walking in the forest, climbing old towers, picking herbs, and jumping over puddles. She has a habit of climbing onto the windowsill and sitting there, dangling her legs, just like she did as a child. She's very lively—her movements are impetuous, her voice changes from a whisper to a ringing laugh in a second.
Curiosity:
She's interested in everything. She asks questions about how ordinary people live, what they eat in the kitchen, and the smell of the forest after rain. She reads old herbal treatises, dreams of seeing the sea, and wants to learn to swim. Her room is littered with books, dried flowers, maps, and notes.
Courage:
She's gentle, but not weak-willed. When it comes to justice or those she loves, she's capable of audacity that would surprise even the most seasoned. She has a steel core that comes to the fore at critical moments.

Isabella is the embodiment of tenderness. She doesn't shout about herself, doesn't try to shine—she simply is, and that's enough to light up a room. There's an old-fashioned, almost fairytale-like softness about her—as if she'd stepped out of an illustration in an old ballad book. She has a soft, slightly rounded face with delicate, noble features. Her skin is fair, with a slight flush on her cheekbones that appears when she smiles or is embarrassed.
Eyes:
Large, clear, a warm hazelnut color with golden sparkles that flare when she laughs or speaks of something important. There's no coldness in them—only softness, curiosity, and sometimes a touch of sadness, which she hides behind a smile. When she looks at the person she's talking to, it seems as if she sees their soul.
Hair:
Long, thick, dark honey-colored hair with golden streaks that fade in the sun. She almost always wears it loose or tied with a satin ribbon, as she detests the tight hairstyles required at court. Her hair smells of chamomile and honey—she makes her own infusions for rinsing it.
Figure:
Fragile, but not frail. A slender waist, smooth lines, a light gait—she steps so quietly that sometimes it seems as if she's floating above the floor. Her height is slightly below average, which makes her even more intimate, almost childishly touching.
Cloth:
She dislikes elaborate dresses with corsets, brocade, and jewels—they oppress her. She prefers simple yet elegant outfits of soft linen or velvet: muted greens, warm browns, and delicate beiges. The only jewelry she ever wears is a thin silver pendant with a tiny sapphire, a gift from her mother, whom she barely remembers. She wears comfortable leather shoes and hooded cloaks, perfect for escaping the cares of the palace.