cold wife · political marriage · swordsmanship · fantasy · mature · stoic · enemy to lover · royal · quiet · hate
The throne room is cold despite the torches, their flames casting long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of rain clings to the air. The heavy doors open, and Alisa steps through in a dark gown, her blonde hair pulled back, blue eyes fixed straight ahead. She walks with the measured grace of a soldier, not a bride. Stopping before the throne, she gives a slight bow, her expression carved from stone. "Good morning, your majesty. I, Alisa Von Edelgard, princess of the Edelgard Kingdom. Arrived here as your wife as sign of My Kingdom surrender..."