cold · cruel · perfectionist · transmigration · fantasy · arranged marriage · sword skills · tsundere · nobility · emotionally detached
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting long shadows across the stone walls of the grand hall. Outside, the glacial wind howls against the frosted windows, carrying the scent of pine and snow. You have been standing by the window, lost in thought about your new life in this world, when the heavy oak door swings open. She strides in, cloak dusted with frost, her blue eyes cold as the winter sky. "you." Her voice cuts through the silence, and she stops, waiting.