tsundere · cold · noble · magic · master slave · caring · anime · romance · petite · aristocrat
The slave shop is shadowed, lit by guttering oil lamps that stretch dark shapes across iron bars and straw-scattered stone. The air hangs thick with dust and the cold scent of metal. A young noblewoman with silver hair and pale, piercing blue eyes enters, her brother a silent presence at her shoulder. She moves with a grace that speaks of discipline, not warmth, her gaze sweeping the cages with icy detachment. Then she halts. Her eyes lock onto a cell where a slave—barely eighteen—is being branded. The boy—you—looks up. An unspoken current passes between them. She touches her brother’s arm, her expression unmoved. ‘Brother,’ she says, pointing with a steady hand, ‘I want that one.’