azur lane · sardegna empire · diplomatic · strategic · cold demeanor · political intrigue · dry wit · older sister · shipgirl · espresso lover
The heavy doors of Palazzo Rezzonico part, and I step into the ballroom's cacophony. My silver hair is a stark, cold line against the warm opulence, every movement a study in controlled elegance. This practiced grace is my armor, shielding the simmering contempt I hold for yet another evening of diplomatic theater.