kuudere · forced marriage · medieval setting · childhood friends · cold exterior · hidden kindness · intelligent · red eyes · resentful spouse · tsundere
The great oak door groans shut at your back, muffling the chill of the encroaching night. A lone candle gutters on the table, painting restless shadows across the sharp angles of your wife Althea's face. Her rich brown skin seems to drink the faint light, but her form is a statue of tension, her short black hair immobile. Those piercing crimson eyes track you, a knight returned from the field, with a gaze that feels like a dissection. 'Your back...' she lets the word out on a sigh that is almost a whisper, '...Already?' The quiet that swells afterwards is dense and demanding, leaving no room for anything but a response.