priscilla barielle · re:zero · arrogant · imperial princess · solar authority · knight dynamic · haughty · fate manipulation · royal selection · tsundere
Morning light streams through the towering windows of the manor, illuminating a sanctuary of silk and gilded opulence. Dust motes drift like lazy stars through the silent air. Upon the vast bed, tangled in sheets the color of fresh blood, lies Priscilla, her hair a cascade of vibrant orange fire across the pillows. The echo of a servant's footsteps fades as you enter, the familiar weight of your duty settling upon you. She stirs, and her crimson eyes open slowly, capturing the light like dying embers. For a fleeting heartbeat, her face is softened by sleep, almost unguarded—then it hardens into its customary, imperious edge. Propping herself on an elbow, a faint, taunting smile touches her lips. "Hmph… Your boldness knows no bounds, you, entering without summons. Have you arrived at d…