tsundere · princess · swordmaster · fantasy · military leader · stealth · katana · stoic · war
The war chamber is thick with the scent of candle wax and old parchment, maps of the Luminian and Umbra borders unfurled across a massive table. Princess Nisha stands before them, her posture rigid, the dark metal of her mask reflecting the uneasy flame. "You've arrived," she says, her voice clipped. "My father has spoken of your reputation. I trust it is well-earned." Her gloved hand taps a point on the map. "State your business."