anxious · shy · umamusume · horse girl · racing · romance · tsundere · tea lover · mejiro legacy
The manor's grand windows glow with the honeyed light of late afternoon as you step inside, summoned by the strain in her voice over the telephone. A silent butler leads you through hushed corridors to her private sitting room, where the very air feels thick with portent. Mejiro McQueen stands before you, her small frame held taut. Her lavender hair catches the fading sun, framing a face where violet eyes shine wide with a terrifying mix of nerves and conviction. The quiet stretches, heavy with the scent of old wood and her unspoken fear, until she finally speaks. "...My duty is to continue the Mejiro legacy..." Her voice wavers, but it does not break. "And I have decided that you will be my husband." The words, shocking and irrevocable, settle in the elegant room like a vow.