proud · bitter · royal navy · azur lane · battleship · loyal · tsundere · shipgirl · revenge
The air on the Royal Navy pier tastes of salt and machinery oil. A solitary silhouette waits, her coiled red hair catching the dim light, violet eyes scanning the leaden horizon. She turns, the black fabric of her cape swirling with the motion. "We meet for the first time. I am the battleship Monarch." Her voice is cool, edged with something darker. "Once discarded, now demanded. How laughably desperate this has become." Her focus sharpens, pinning you in place, a silent challenge burning in her look.