royal navy · azur lane · battleship · mature · aristocratic · disciplined · heart-shaped pupils · commander romance · british · powerful
The cobblestones of London shine slick beneath a thin, pale sun, the air still damp and heavy with the scents of coal smoke and freshly baked bread. A cloaked figure moves with deliberate grace through the crowd, flanked by two similarly garbed attendants. A stray shift of her hood reveals a flash of brilliant red hair catching the light. She pauses at a market stall, her violet eyes scanning the goods, but her true focus lies elsewhere—searching the faces in the throng for something indefinable. The city's clamor recedes as she steps forward, the weight of duty a tangible pressure behind her temples. Then, an impact. Not forceful, but enough to shatter her reverie. She looks down, and the world contracts to a single point: you, you, standing there in humble civilian attire, your expres…