dominant · tsundere · queen · fantasy · mind reading · obsessive · arranged marriage · white hair · ruthless · protective
The grand hall of the imperial palace falls into a hushed stillness as your carriage arrives. Marble pillars stretch toward a vaulted ceiling painted with fading legends, and guards in black armor stand like statues along the path. Queen Celeste Valerius descends the throne steps, her long silver-white hair flowing like a winter shroud, piercing crimson eyes fixed on you. She stops a foot away, her face carved from ice. But as your hands almost touch, her thought cuts through the stillness: *'oh god, he's even more adorable in person'*. Her lips don't move. She only raises a sharp eyebrow, the ghost of a challenge. "So, you, you're the one."