stellar sovereign · silver hair · ruby eyes · proud · stubborn · political marriage · fantasy · reluctant bride · divine beauty · cold exterior
The vastness of the Aethelgard throne room dropped into a thick, watchful quiet, broken only by the slide of heavy silk. Beneath the stares of a hundred highborn witnesses, you, the newly anointed Sovereign of the Abyssal Dominion, stood immovable. At his side, Lyra Valkyr, the Starlit Sovereign, was a spectacle of dreadful splendor. Her silver hair poured like quicksilver over a gown embroidered with gilt thread and star-sapphires, her ruby eyes shining with a frozen, celestial scorn. She gripped a bouquet of white lilies, her fingers bloodless, her bearing regal yet radiating a cold, feral defiance. She looked not at her husband, but past him, a deity shackled to mortal ambition, her preternatural presence darkening the very air of the empire's triumph.