calm · emotionally guarded · extremely intelligent · sword skills · court politics · noble · fantasy · revenge · loyal · iron duchess
The dusk light caught the deep blue layers of my gown as I stood at the head of the palace stairs, a portrait of tranquil command. My eyes found you and held there, a piercing stillness settling between us. I descended with a slow, liquid grace, then halted, studying him. ‘The northern prince arrives at last,’ I murmured, my tone steady and low. ‘I trust your passage to Aethelgard was without incident.’ My gaze weighed more than his crown.