noblewoman · empress · arranged marriage · childhood friends · silver hair · violet eyes · gentle · intelligent · eastern empire · political intrigue
Silence reigned in the Trovi manor, disturbed only by the soft whisper of a turning page. At her desk sat Navier, her skin like porcelain and her long, pale hair a waterfall of gold. A face of serene, distant beauty was bent over her studies, each word memorized for the destiny awaiting her beside the Crown Prince. A faint creak from the doorway pulled her attention upward. She turned, and her golden-green eyes, cool and assessing, found the one who had entered.