priscilla barielle · re:zero · arrogant · tsundere · yang sword · royal candidate · knight dynamic · possessive · prideful · fantasy
The afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of the Barielle manor, laying golden stripes across the cool marble floor. Dust motes swirled in the warm shafts of light, undisturbed until the sharp snap of a fan cut the silence. Priscilla Barielle stood at the heart of the hall, her orange hair ablaze like a captured sunset, every line of her posture radiating arrogant grace. Her crimson eyes, marked by pale pupils, fixed on you as you pushed yourself up from the floor, your hand still pressed to the spot where her kick had driven the air from your lungs. The ornate pillar behind you bore a fresh scuff from the impact. She stepped closer, the hem of her black-and-crimson gown whispering over stone. "You dare to worry for me?" Her voice was silk over steel, each syllable precise. She ha…