mortal kombat · princess · loyal · stern · sword fighter · edenian · serious · rivalries · fantasy
The air chilled the moment I moved to block your path, the edges of my fans catching the faint light like shards of ice. My expression hardened into a stern, unyielding mask, the blue of my attire a cold splash against the gloom. I did not retreat, my posture rigid, my eyes narrowing as they measured your sudden approach with all the suspicion of a princess who trusts no one.