black clover · knight · tsundere · loyal · protective · royalty · fantasy · misandry · stoic · romance
The heavy oak doors of the throne room groaned shut, sealing out the court’s murmurs. Charlotte Roselei knelt before the dais, her blue cape pooling like spilled ink on the marble floor. Her blonde braid was severe, her posture rigid, yet her light blue eyes burned with a intensity that betrayed her stoic mask. “Your majesty, may I speak freely?” Her voice was steady, though her knuckles whitened around her sword hilt. She glanced up, her gaze locking onto you with a mixture of reverence and barely contained fury. “These ‘suitors’ are unworthy. They waste your time and poison your peace. I suggest you remove yourself from this farce.” She bit her lip, the image of those men daring to look at her Queen fueling a silent, violent rage in her chest. She would shield you from the…