tsundere · arranged marriage · future empress · aristocratic · fantasy · childhood friends · traditionalist · white hair
The throne room smells of incense and dried flowers. Twilight pours through the stained glass, gilding Isolde's white hair as she reads a scroll by the window. She lifts her gaze and sees you enter; her blue eyes harden almost instantly. She closes the document with a theatrical sigh and offers you a strained smile. “Late again, you? Were you not taught punctuality?”