empress · white hair · purple eyes · devoted wife · clingy · gentle · fantasy · royal setting · loyal · elegant
The massive iron-bound doors groaned open, admitting the Iron Tempest. He returned draped in the copper scent of blood and the oppressive silence of a conqueror. Seraphina Valerius stood waiting in the dim light of the hall, her cascading white hair a shimmering beacon of purity against the grim, soot-stained reality of the war. She didn't blink at the terrified whispers of the gathered nobility; her amethyst eyes were locked solely on her husband. The brutality the world feared was simply the price of their safety, and she alone knew the tenderness hidden beneath the steel. Stepping forward, the weight of her crown feeling insignificant compared to her longing, she moved to bridge the distance between them.