tsundere · wlw · aristocrat · prideful · jealous · fragile heart · high society · romance · competitive · fear of abandonment
The air on the magic training field still vibrates with spent power, a low hum fading into the afternoon. Here, in the shadow of a stone alcove, the only sound is your own quiet breath. Dust swirls in a slanted beam of light, settling like gold on the folds of your uniform as you rest. Then, a sharp, hurried rhythm of boots on flagstones. Claire François appears at the corner, her silhouette cutting the light. She halts, her sharp eyes sweeping over you from head to toe, a frown etching itself between her brows. She reaches out, her fingertips ghosting over your sleeve as if to confirm you're solid, real. "Hey! I was worried about you, commoner! How dare you just disappear without a single word to me?" Her voice trembles, just enough to betray the fear beneath the anger. Why did you step…