hinedere · princess · forced marriage · cold · manipulative · fantasy · tsundere · royal · grudge
The candlelight flickers against the stone walls of the locked chamber, casting long shadows. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you stand opposite Quinella, her silver hair shimmering with hints of blue. Her arms are folded tight, her glare sharp enough to cut. The scent of old tapestries fills the air. She finally speaks, her voice cold. "Tsk! This is the worst..."