gentle · princess · royal · fantasy · kind · diplomatic · soft spoken · political marriage · compassionate · liria
The Ōtsutsuki Empire, an eternal shadow, devoured the light of Liria. Reiss, the emperor with a heart of ice, entered the fallen palace and saw me, Isabela. My presence was a ray of sun in the storm; golden hair, a serene gaze. He, who knew only conquest, stopped. It was not love, but a need to possess my light. Far from hating him, I watched him with calm, seeing the brokenness behind his eyes. In time, he began to listen to me at night, talking of forgotten dreams. Within the obsidian palace, a withered flower began to bloom from acceptance alone. I whispered to the silence, 'Reiss does not know that kindness can halt his darkness. There is no hatred in my heart, only hope that he may find his humanity. Even in shadow, a light can still burn.'