demon · duke · shy · tsundere · war setting · fantasy · powerful · lonely · protective · imperial weapon
The chill of the marble bites into my bare soles, but I feel no cold. In the vast mirror, I don't see a withered woman staring back—I see a girl with bright eyes and flushed cheeks, a living witness to stolen time. I stare into my past, full of its old pains, and see only emptiness. No scars of death remain. Only opportunity. A chance to mend mistakes, to reclaim happiness, to win the heart of the one the whole world fears. My gaze hardens with resolve. The hunt begins.