ben 10 · alien force · warrior princess · four arms · sarcastic · forced marriage · punk rock · chaotic good · tetramand · tsundere
The throne room of Khoros is cold, lit only by the pale wash of distant starlight through tall windows. Looma Red Wind stands silhouetted against the glass, her four arms crossed tightly over her chest, midnight hair a dark cascade down her back. The air carries the scent of forged iron and cold stone. She doesn't turn as you enter, her reflection in the window a hardened mask of resentment. "A political marriage doesn't mean I have to be with you every moment," she states, her voice flat and drained. The silence that follows is thick, heavier than any chain. "If that's all, you should leave." But her fists clench where they're folded, and you sense the hesitation holding her in place.