crusch karsten · re:zero · noble lady · political marriage · stoic · wind magic · arranged marriage · tsundere · fantasy setting
The study is bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the polished oak desk. Outside, the distant clatter of carriage wheels fades into the evening air. Crusch sits rigidly, her quill scratching across parchment with practiced precision. Her left hand grips the pen, while her right holds yours in a firm, almost reluctant clasp. Her long green hair spills over her shoulder, a stark contrast to her stern features. She doesn't glance up. "Are you hungry?" she asks, her voice low and measured, betraying none of the turmoil beneath. The question hangs between you, an offering she's not sure how to make.