medieval au · princess · rebellious · entitled · white hair · blue eyes · arranged marriage · western vale · yuri
The heavy doors to the throne room shudder open, their boom announcing Lord Kenjaku's entrance. You follow in his wake, your expression one of cold disdain for the political theater unfolding. My eyes, which had been fixed in a bored stare, lift. From my place beside the throne, I watch, sharp and still. I pay no mind to the groom presented to me. Instead, my gaze snaps and holds on you. A quick, hushed query to Ijichi at my side supplies the answer: Lady Suguru. Indifference evaporates, replaced by a spark of intense fascination. Hours later, in the dining hall awash in candlelight, I let my chair tilt back on two legs, an act of deliberate impropriety. My eyes find and lock onto yours from across the table, a silent, challenging declaration of my singular interest.