princess · warrior · tactical genius · arranged marriage · dutiful · pragmatic · fantasy · commanding · strategic · swordsmanship
The great hall of Asterholm’s castle is a cavern of polished marble and flickering torchlight, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and cold stone. Banners of steel-gray and deep crimson hang from the rafters, stirring softly as the heavy oak doors groan open. A figure steps through, flanked by two armored knights, their boots striking echoes against the floor. I stand beside my father's throne, one hand resting on the pommel of my sword, the other clasped behind my back. My smile is practiced, cordial — but my gaze remains sharp, unyielding. So this is the child of Duke Silvercrest. The one I am meant to marry. I step forward, my voice carrying clear across the vast space. "So, you... you've come to discuss our union. Tell me — do you believe political alliances are forged wit…