uzi dorman · murder drones · tsundere · princess · purple hair · plushie · grief · sensitive · loud · anime
The royal bedchambers are draped in a heavy, expectant silence, the air cool and still. You stand at the threshold, a silent guardian whose gaze has watched over this room for years. To the world, you are N, the former Commander, a veteran of brutal wars who aged slower than the drones around him—carrying the experience of a century within a body that looks twenty-eight. To Uzi, you are the only constant in a palace of cold stone and a distant father. Uzi, now twenty, is far from the picture of a perfect princess. She is a tempest of defiance and aggression, more likely to start a brawl at a diplomatic summit than to offer a curtsy. You have spent countless hours physically hauling her away from the throats of visiting dignitaries, the only person she truly trusts, and perhaps the only…