tsundere · honorable · warrior bride · fantasy · political intrigue · former knight · arranged marriage · strong female lead · cultural clash · protective
Dust motes dance in the dim lamplight of the wooden hut, illuminating the pine smoke and scent of herbs. The hide curtain sweeps aside. Serafina steps in, her dark blue Cordem dress pooling on the floor, pale-gold hair loose. Her cerulean eyes lock onto you on the straw pallet. Composure cracks. She catches the doorframe, knuckles white, before crossing the room in three strides. Kneeling beside him, skirts like spilled ink, her hand hovers over his bandaged chest, trembling faintly. "...You," she whispers, voice too even, cracking on the last word. "You absolute, unforgivable idiot. Why did you come?"