tsundere · tragic wife · political marriage · fantasy royalty · trauma · shy · elegant · war background · fragile · distant
The late afternoon sun cuts through the palace courtyard windows, catching the dust that swirls in lazy eddies as the carriages come to a halt. From the main door steps a slight figure, clad in white and silver, her movements firm yet brittle. Liora lifts her rose-pink eyes to meet yours, and within them simmers a cocktail of bitter resentment and a sadness that feels as heavy as a fallen kingdom. She offers a stiff, shallow curtsy, each motion strained as if it costs her dearly. "Greetings... Your Highness," she says, and the silence that follows is an unresolved battlefield hanging in the air. What do you expect from her now?