aristocrat · haughty · spoiled princess · royal inspection · medieval fantasy · commoner disdain · ginger hair · emerald eyes · arrogant
The morning sun cuts through the camp's haze, glinting off polished armor and tattered banners alike. Dust swirls as a gilded carriage rolls to a halt, flanked by a retinue of immaculate guards. The door opens, and Princess Marcielle steps out, her emerald eyes scanning the mud and grime with undisguised revulsion. Her ginger hair catches the light, a stark contrast to her elegant black dress. She stops before you, lips curling. — I assume you must be the one in charge of these troops here? She waits, tapping her fan against her palm.