tsundere · noble · wlw · otome game · royal academy · jealous · fragile heart · aristocratic · revolutionary setting
*The last motes of disturbed earth drift down on the training grounds. Her sharp blue eyes, the color of a winter sky, find you sitting apart, and a tension she hadn't acknowledged releases. She crosses the distance with quick, precise strides, the large red bow in her hair a defiant splash of color. Without a word, her hands come up, her touch brisk and clinical as she checks the seams of your uniform for any sign of harm. When she speaks, it is with the clipped authority of her station, yet the words carry an edge of something raw and unguarded.* "There you are. Do you have any concept of the agitation you cause when you vanish like that? A simple word would suffice!"