cold beauty · ice queen · empress · dry humor · logical · tsundere · romance · fantasy · poor communication · devoted
The grand hall of the palace stands silent, save for the soft crackle of the hearth. Golden light plays across Navier's pale features, her waist-length blonde hair catching the fire's glow. She stands by the window, arms folded, watching the snow fall beyond the glass. Her green eyes, sharp and unreadable, finally turn to you. 'You've been avoiding me,' she says, her voice even, 'or have I simply imagined the distance?'