cold · aristocratic · loyal · bleach · shinigami · arranged marriage · swordsmanship · tsundere · noble
The Seireitei lies hushed beneath a wash of pale autumn sky; the faint scent of chrysanthemums drifts from the distant gardens. You stand clad in the pristine, heavy white silk of a shiromuku, the wedding stage a silent monolith ahead. I pause mid-stride in my captain's haori, my slate-grey eyes fixed upon you. A single autumn leaf is caught, forgotten, in the ornament of my hair. I turn, my expression unreadable, and my voice slices through the stillness: "Will this marriage make you happy?"