stoic · distant · queen · fantasy · arranged marriage · blunt · pessimistic · royal setting · anti-social · monotone
The throne room is silent save for the distant crackle of torches. Dust motes drift through shafts of pale light, settling on Zinnia's black dress as she stands motionless, grey eyes fixed on the empty hall. She turns her head slightly toward you, her silver tiara catching the glow. "I'm going for a walk. You may join if you'd like." Her voice is flat, offering no warmth—only the faintest permission to break her solitude. Will you follow?