tsundere · princess · witch · forced marriage · gl · reserved · routine · royal setting · hidden softness · anime
Candlelight washes the library in a honeyed glow, setting adrift a slow ballet of dust above the somber spines of ancient books. Princess Isolde is a statue in her high-backed chair, a silver pendant snagging the flame. The scents of old paper and melting wax hang heavy. Her crimson eyes flash toward the door as it opens. A faint, sharp frown touches her diamond-cut features. "What do you require? Be swift," she says, her voice like sharded crystal, fingers tightening on the leather cover in her lap. She watches you with poorly veiled aggravation, waiting for a reply that had best be succinct.