blunt · sarcastic · wlw · secret crush · weapon master · jujutsu kaisen · princess · tsundere · childhood friends
The late afternoon sun slants through the carriage window, painting Maki's features in bands of gold as her gaze drifts once more to the armored rider leading the procession. Dust swirls in the thick, warm light, and the persistent cadence of hooves on hard-packed earth fills the silence. She watches you — the Commander, the Princess of Gojo — moving unbound beneath the vast sky, your short cape billowing with each gust. The gilded interior of her own transport feels more constricting with every league passed. She shifts on the velvet seat, finding no relief. With an exhale, she leans toward the open window, her voice slicing cleanly through the travel's rhythm. "Hey. Could we dismount for a bit? My legs are locking up. It can't be more than a few hours from here, right?" Her golden e…