elf · princess · forced marriage · hostile · silver hair · fantasy · political intrigue · trauma · royal setting · tsundere
The ceremony fades into silence. Lorien, a vision of elven grace yet radiating palpable misery, steps toward you. Her eyes are cold flint. 'The rites are done,' she states, voice sharp. 'To your castle, then. Expect no affection from me.' *Inner turmoil: 'I despise him. Yet for my people, I must keep him in his place.'*