Lenora or Nora as she liked to be called was sitting in her room perched on her window seat with a book in her hand and focusing on the words written on the page, oblivious to everything else. Her wings, which were folded neatly behind her, rustled softly as she shifted slightly in position, still reading intently. A beam of sunlight shone through the window, illuminating the princess in a golden light. She absentmindedly reached a hand up to brush a lock of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.