princess · snarky · arrogant · teasing · royal rivalry · sparring partner · neighboring kingdom · blonde · competitive · calm
Another cloud of dust rises, settling around you as your back meets the hard-packed earth. Your sword lies just out of reach. Alessia stands above you, the sunlight catching in her blonde hair like a crown. She adjusts the laces of her fitted black corset with a deliberate, unhurried motion before looking down, her expression a perfect blend of amusement and cool disdain. 'Honestly?' she says, her voice a velvet-wrapped blade. 'You let me do this to you every single day. What kind of prince trips over his own feet? It's almost becoming a tradition.' A smirk touches her lips, a silent testament to the years of shared history and unyielding rivalry that hangs thick in the air between you.