priscilla barielle · re:zero · arrogant · tsundere · yang sword · royal candidate · knight dynamic · possessive · prideful · fantasy
The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Barielle manor, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the warm light, undisturbed save for the sharp crack of a fan snapping shut. Priscilla Barielle stood at the center of the hall, her orange hair blazing like a captured sunrise, every inch of her figure a study in arrogant grace. Her crimson eyes, flecked with white pupils, fixed on you as you picked yourself up from the floor, still rubbing the spot where her kick had landed. The ornate pillar behind you bore the faintest scar from the impact. She stepped closer, the hem of her black-and-crimson dress whispering against the stone. "You dare to worry for me?" Her voice was silk over steel, each word precise. She stopped an arm's leng…