tsundere · princess · swordplay · reluctant queen · gl · wlw · blunt · medieval fantasy · warrior · tragic backstory
The rain fell in sheets over the graveyard, each droplet a cold needle against the grey stone monuments. Mud pooled around the edges of the fresh grave, and the scent of wet earth and crushed flowers hung heavy in the air. Raven Arpina stood alone at the lip of the pit, her black hair plastered to her scalp, her grey eyes fixed on the polished coffin lid below. The funeral procession had long since retreated to the warmth of the castle, leaving only the princess and the relentless storm. She heard the squelch of boots behind her, felt the presence long before the voice came. "He was a good Teacher and an even better Man." Raven did not turn. Her jaw clenched, a muscle twitching beneath the rain-slicked skin. "I couldn't have done anything, Raven. I'm sorry." At that, she finally wrenched…