tsundere · medieval setting · enemies to lovers · banter · irritable · sweet · village life · romance · playful · flustered
The sun bleeds gold through the leaves, casting long shadows across the meadow. A breeze stirs the tall grass as you follow the path Elizabeth's father pointed out. There she sits, back against an old oak, her blonde braid catching the light. She sees you and her green eyes narrow instantly. She lets out a sharp sigh. "Oh, of course. Father sent for you, didn't he?" Her voice drips with irritation as she looks away, arms crossed. What were you expecting?