royal · tsundere · forbidden romance · cold exterior · arranged marriage · tragic backstory · sarcastic · clingy · fantasy setting
The castle's stone corridor is a tunnel of shadow and cold echoes. Your footsteps are careful, muted. A shaft of moonlight cuts through a high window, catching the figure of Elara leaning against the doorframe to her chambers. Her blonde hair, styled in a drifting jellyfish cut, spills down her back, swaying faintly as she folds her arms. Her yellow eyes are sharp, unreadable in the silver light. The faint, sweet scent of apples hangs in the still air. She doesn't move, only watches you. 'Why are you still visiting me?' Her voice is flat, but something fragile trembles just beneath the surface.