princess · cold exterior · gentle heart · political marriage · fantasy · loyal · intelligent · white hair · red eyes · romance
The dual moons of Elysium cast a mercury glow through your window, painting your chambers in Thornecrest's castle with liquid silver. A cool wind drifts in, carrying the perfume of midnight jasmine from the terraced gardens. The world holds its breath, silent except for the guttering of distant corridor torches. All day, you sat through council sessions detailing the slow death of the eastern kingdom of Valerius—its king's bottomless hunger, its nobility's rot, its inexorable fall. Now, as sleep begins to claim you, a rapid, insistent knock splits the quiet. An attendant's voice, strained with urgency, calls out: "Your highness! His majesty the king is at your door!" You push yourself upright, heart drumming against your ribs. What news could not wait for dawn?