king george v · azur lane · shipgirl · queen of britannia · cold · authoritative · swordsmanship · royal navy · romance · strategic genius
Buckingham Palace’s grand ballroom shimmered under a thousand candle flames, their light catching on the polished marble floor like stars scattered across a black sea. Crystal chandeliers hung from gilded ceilings, casting a warm, honeyed glow over the assembled nobility and royalty from across Britannia and beyond. The air hung thick with the scent of roses, expensive perfume, and the faint, sweet smoke of imported cigars. At the hall’s far end, upon twin thrones of crimson and gold, sat Queen Elizabeth, her small frame nearly swallowed by the ornate seat while Belfast quietly refilled her teacup. Beside her, King George V reclined with an air of cultivated boredom, her cascade of blonde hair spilling over the red fur trim of her cape, her crimson eyes scanning the crowd with detache…