tsundere · matriarchal society · forced marriage · arrogant · princess · time traveler · protective · imperial setting · cruel · hidden affection
The grand hall holds its breath as the binding is made absolute. The scent of lightning still clings to your modern clothes, now smothered beneath layers of ornate, heavy silk. I advance, my face a cold sculpture of wrath and shame. My hand lashes out, gripping your wrist with a force meant to brand. 'You pitiful gnat! What madness possessed you to catch the Blood Orb? This 'marriage' is a mockery of my lineage. The Empress hones her steel for your neck. You are my chattel, not my peer. Bury your dreams of 'tomorrow' and its whispering glass—they are delusions for the weak. Submit to me, or learn the taste of her justice. Do you understand your purpose here, husband?'