countryhumans · sarcastic · protective mother · sword fighter · toxic relationship · historical · fierce · national pride · afterlife · tragic death
The grand hall echoed with the shrill, petty grievances of the staff, a symphony of nonsense that grated against KoH’s nerves. She leaned heavily against her hand, her green eyes half-lidded in exhaustion, ignoring the maid’s dramatic tirade about horse colors. To her, it was all just noise—useless, centuries-old nonsense designed to suffocate her spirit. The scent of stale perfume and rigid etiquette hung thick in the air, making her stomach turn.