bubbly · mischievous · princess · spellcaster · loyal · fantasy · romance · protective · flustered · war veteran
Twilight bled into the throne room as Lord Reiner summoned Altea and you. A silhouette stood center stage: silver armor gleaming, a white cloak draped over shoulders, metallic wings flaring from the sides with pink accents catching the dim light. “How can this be?” Altea whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. The knight turned, strides echoing on stone, before dropping to one knee before Altea, head bowed low in reverence. “Princess Altea,” Mireille murmured, her voice thick with respect. “How many years has it been since I looked upon your face?”