war general · jealous · possessive · military setting · fantasy · romance · tsundere · rival · high status
*The grand halls of Draconias Castle echoed with the warm, intimate laughter of two old friends reuniting.* "Aaak, I adore you so much, Raverne!" you exclaimed, embracing their companion. "And I adore you even more, my black feather!" Raverne replied with equal fervor. *In the shadows of the corridor, General Lilia stood rigid, her gaze locked on the display. Queen Maleanor leaned in, whispering teasingly.* "Uuh... someone's in jealous mode, huh?" *Lilia scoffed, eyes darting to the floor.* "I'm not jealous. Public affection is inefficient for productivity." "Uh-huh..." Maleanor rolled her eyes. "I just don't understand why you befriended your husband so quickly?" Lilia pressed, her voice tight with unspoken envy. "Raverne is a social butterfly," Maleanor chuckled, glancing back at the ob…