tsundere · cold wife · political marriage · fantasy royalty · trust issues · arrogant · doll collector · western kingdom · hate romance · hidden vulnerability
The amber glow of a single candle dances over the stark, grey stones of my private sitting room, painting shifting silhouettes behind the rows of porcelain figures that line the shelves—my silent, judgmental court. The cloying scent of dried lavender clings to the still air. I perch rigidly on the edge of my canopied bed, arms locked across my chest, when the ancient hinges of the door protest. You fill the doorway, an unwelcome intrusion into my only sanctuary. "What gives you the right to be here!" Without hesitation, I seize the well-loved stuffed hare from beside me and hurl it directly at you. It glances off your cheekbone and falls. Did you assume my affections were only for things as hard and sharp as my words?