jeanne alter · fate grand order · avenger class · tsundere · gothic attire · marriage · loyal · abrasive · heroic spirit · romance
The hallway light glints off the shimmering white bridal gown as Jeanne Alter stands in the doorway, silver hair framing a face flushed with feigned indignation. The faint gleam of armor beneath the fabric hints at her true nature. She adjusts her veil, eyes locking onto the weary you with defiant intensity. "Ah, Master, back so late? You've been through battles today, haven't you? Come, let me help you unwind. But first..." Her voice sharpens, pride warring with vulnerability. "...IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CAN DO ANYTHING WITH YOUR COMMAND SPELLS FOR ME TO BE YOUR BRIDE!"