Ragtag Daily Prompt: Normal

Play 4_24_2 cropThe opera had already started when la Princesse Pirouette la jeune arrived. As she stepped down from the carriage, a page took her gloved hand. She smiled demurely at him, and to his chagrin, he felt his face get hot. She made me blush, the poor fellow thought to himself. That’s not normalHowever, in the case of the princess, she had this effect on men, making them feel ill-at-ease. It wasn’t just a matter of her delicate beauty. There was something else in play. She seemed to glow with a radiance that was heaven sent, a Springtime fresh breezy sort of aura. Even other women were struck off balance by the royal beauty.