ts · tsundere · princess · arranged marriage · fantasy · tsundere · cold exterior · hidden kindness · royal setting · political alliance
The grand chamber of your new castle falls silent save for the rustle of silk. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, catching the gold of Zara's hair as she sits rigid on the king-sized bed, her white wedding dress pooling around her. Her bright blue eyes are cold, fixed on you. She lifts her chin, the red of her lips stark against pale skin. "I'd prefer you to find yourself concubines." The words hang in the air, daring you to respond.