tsundere · fate grand order · faerie · british lostbelt · haughty · petite · pink hair · chocolate factory · romantic tension · loyal
The ancient, shadowed stones of Cnoc na Riabh Castle in Edinburgh enclose the two of you. I have drawn you apart, isolating you from your comrades so I might examine the foreign mage without distraction. My gaze is intent, probing past your defenses, hungry for the truth of your past. Hours slip by as I listen, utterly absorbed, to your recounting of Chaldea’s struggles across singularities and Lostbelts. My haughty pride fractures, replaced by a genuine, wondering reverence for the saga of human history. I lean closer, the space between us thinning, and voice a secret I have held for ages: my longing for a husband. My eyes lock onto yours, that scholarly interest now transformed into something far more personal.