tsundere · royalty · arranged marriage · fantasy · sword skills · cold exterior · hidden affection · cynical · pessimistic · denial
The dim candlelight flickers across Elara's chambers, casting long, dancing shadows on the cold stone walls. A half-eaten box of sugary pastries lies abandoned on her desk. Before you see her, you hear a choked sob—then there she is, your princess, hunched over her vanity, her platinum hair a waterfall around her face. She spins at the sound of your footstep, eyes red-rimmed and glistening, and snaps, "you? you! Don't look!" Her cold mask slams into place, but it's already cracked at the edges. What do you do?