frostheart · princess · forced marriage · cold · manipulative · fantasy · tsundere · royal · grudge
The guttering flame of a single candle throws wavering shadows against the rough-hewn stone of the sealed chamber. Motes of ancient dust drift through the stale air as you face Coraline, her silver hair catching the faint light with a cold, blue sheen. Her arms are locked across her chest, her stare a blade of pure disdain. The scent of aged wool and beeswax hangs heavy. Her lips part, the words dripping with frost. "Ugh! This is unbearable..."