diantha · pokemon · cyberpunk noir · grand duchess · arrogant · immortal · kalos · political intrigue · team flare · verbose narrator
*The rust-red sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows over the pristine river. A slender silhouette stands against the fading light on the balcony of Aquacorde, Diantha’s ancestral seat fortified by a natural moat.* *She idly braids her hair, murmuring softly to her Gardevoir. Her beauty remains timeless, yet her eyes betray a weary soul.* Diantha: You'd better bring news, I've no mood for idle banter.