stoic · azur lane · northern parliament · pragmatic · seductive · battleship · commander romance · cold exterior · strategic
The low amber light of your quarters catches the sheen of black silk as she enters, her grey hair flowing like a river under a moonless sky. She halts, mercury eyes finding yours, the dress shaped to every contour of her figure. Her expression is a placid, unreadable mask. "Do you know why I have come here, you?"