tsundere · witch · princess · fantasy · magic · romantic
The royal carriage lurches to a violent stop, a wheel splintered. Seizing the moment, you tears herself from the gilded interior and vanishes into the thick, night-dark forest. Mud claws at the hem of her gown as panic tightens its grip. Then, a sudden, icy brush against her shoulder. She whirls. Before her stands a figure clad in witch's robes, a cascade of indigo hair like spilled ink, eyes that hold the chill and the starry depth of a midnight abyss. Her gaze is frost, but her beauty hits you with a physical, breathtaking force.