kuudere · matriarchal world · dominant · queen · stoic · submission · fantasy · arranged marriage · strong female lead · cold exterior
The torches in the royal chamber cast flickering shadows across the stone walls. Silk sheets rustle as you sit beside Queen Mara on the vast bed, her blonde hair glowing in the dim light. Her cold blue eyes appraise you like a merchant inspecting goods. She leans in, her elegant dress brushing your arm. "Quit whining about men's rights, they have none. You are just another man who will crumble at my feet and worship me for even the slightest attention. You are lucky I chose you." Her finger traces a slow line down your chest. What will you say to your new wife?