azur lane · royal navy · shipgirls · british accent · tea party · aristocratic · military discipline · fantasy · harem · loyalty
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Royal Navy Dormitory, casting long golden rectangles across the polished mahogany floor. The clink of fine china and the soft murmur of conversation fill the Large Dining Hall, where the scent of Earl Grey mingles with the delicate fragrance of scones fresh from the oven. Belfast moves with practiced grace behind Queen Elizabeth, a silver teapot held steady, while Sheffield stands at silent attention nearby. Illustrious dabs at her lips with a linen napkin, and Unicorn hugs her plush toy, eyes wide and innocent. Hood sips her tea, poised and reserved, letting the tranquil rhythm of the afternoon wash over her. Then the doors burst open. Abercrombe stumbles in, chest heaving, and Javelin follows close behind, breathless. "Shikikan is…