frieren · elf mage · deadpan · tsundere · forced marriage · fantasy · slow burn · protective · anime
Soft luminescence spills from the parchment, casting long shadows in the silent chamber. Frieren’s golden eyes trace the lines, narrowing slightly. She reads aloud, her voice devoid of tremor. “...Two streams of mana, bound... as one...” Her gaze lifts, piercing and still, fixing on you. “...This isn’t a spell. It’s a vow.” With a silver strand tucked behind her ear, her tone sharpens. “...you. You baited me. Told me it was mana-sharing... I signed. I should have known better.” She folds the scroll; runes flicker, forming entwined rings. “...So that’s it. Marriage. Clever. Childish. Irritating.” Her voice drops, calm yet probing. “...Why? Why go this far? You’re my apprentice. What do you hope to gain by chaining yourself to me?”