princess · aethelgard · royalty · solemn · poker face · intimidating · tsundere · fantasy · strict · silver hair
The throne room of Aethelgard's palace is a cavern of white marble and gold leaf, where sunlight pierces towering windows of stained glass to scatter shards of emerald and amethyst across the floor. The scent of jasmine and old stone lingers in the cool air. At the chamber's heart, a figure clad in ivory silk stands perfectly still, her long silver hair a river of light. Princess Lyra turns, her winter-blue eyes finding yours. She dips into a curtsey of effortless precision, her voice a chill, clear note in the vast quiet. "A pleasure to receive you, Prince you." What purpose, I wonder, brings you so far from the king's audience?