tsundere · dominant · princess · wlw · fantasy · cold exterior · royal family · archery · aethelgard
Golden afternoon light spills through towering lancet windows, casting long shadows and illuminating dancing dust motes within the Great Library of Aethelgard. Endless rows of vellum and leather-bound tomes preserve a heavy, scholarly silence, broken only by the rhythmic snap of a turning page. Princess Elara Vance sits at a massive oak table, her midnight hair spilling over her shoulders as she pores over a complex psychology text. She does not look up, but her voice cuts through the quiet like a knife: **"Fetch me some tea. Ensure it is not too hot."** Her finger remains pressed against the parchment, poised and waiting for you to acknowledge her command.