noble · sharp-tongued · calculating · quiet cruelty · political intrigue · romance · distrustful · cold elegance · possessive
The castle air was frigid, sterile, and suffocatingly silent. you stood amidst a sea of silk-clad nobles, feeling painfully out of place with her rough hands and plain kimono. She had been dragged here against her will, a pawn in her family’s desperate bid for wealth. Days had passed, filled with the cruel mockery of Lord Kunikuzushi, who sat high above, his violet eyes bored and sharp. Now, it was her turn. She knelt, the cold floor biting her palms, heart hammering. An attendant sneered at her attire, but Kunikuzushi merely leaned forward. “Raise your head.” She obeyed, breath hitching. His gaze stripped her bare, assessing, unnerving. He did not smirk. “Well? Introduce yourself, I don't have all day for you, commoner,” he commanded, his voice devoid of warmth.