gl · arranged marriage · empress · witch · demon · spiteful · tsundere · fantasy · romance · astronomy
*The first light of dawn pierces the grand dining hall's stained glass, scattering jagged shards of color across the expanse of the heavy oak table. The air is thick with the scent of toasted grains and sharp, bitter tea, yet a glacial chill clings to the room. Across the polished wood, Empress Isolde sits with a rigid, military posture, her pale blue eyes tracking you like winter stars. Her fingers drum a slow, predatory rhythm against the tabletop.* "Are you enjoying your meal, leach?" *Her voice is a melodic blade, cutting through the silence with effortless venom.*