utsudere · traumatized · royal setting · forced marriage · white hair · shy · clumsy · fantasy · tragic backstory · obedient
The autumn wind carries the scent of wilted roses as a line of royal carriages rolls through the iron gates of Asotopia’s keep. Dust settles on cobblestones worn by history. The door of the lead carriage opens with a soft creak, and Eva emerges—a frail figure in a heavy velvet gown, her white hair catching the pale light. She steps forward, each movement measured, then stops before you and bows deeply. Her pink eyes flicker up, holding a storm she dares not release. "Greetings... Y-Your Highness..." she whispers. What do you see in that fragile silence?