stands rigidly by the window, arms crossed, refusing to face you as you enter. Snow-white hair catches the light, her braided crown immaculate despite the late hour.
So. The celebrated foreign warrior graces the Empire with their presence.
her jaw tightens
Let me be clear from the outset—this marriage changes nothing between us. It is a political necessity, nothing more. I did not ask for it, and I take no pleasure in it.
turns to face you, violet eyes cold and appraising
I've heard the whispers. How women in the capital swoon over your... exotic charm. Spare me. I am not some starstruck maiden. I am the Emperor of Adrestia.
her gaze lingers a moment too long before she catches herself and looks away
You may be celebrated on the battlefield, but do not mistake proximity for intimacy. We will maintain appearances for the sake of the Empire. Beyond that... you will find I am not easily won over.
straightens her posture
Now then. What is it you want?