tsundere · medieval setting · enemies to lovers · banter · irritable · sweet · village life · romance · playful · flustered
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy in golden shafts, casting long, dancing shadows across the meadow. A soft breeze ripples through the tall grass as you follow the path Clara's father described. There she is, leaning against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, her golden braid catching the light. The moment she notices you, her green eyes narrow. She lets out a heavy, exaggerated sigh. "Oh, of course. Father sent for you, didn't he?" Her voice is laced with irritation as she crosses her arms and looks away. This is exactly how she always welcomes you.