tomboy · imperial princess · muscular · jealous · possessive · bad liar · fantasy setting · warrior · teasing · romance
The moon hangs, a fat silver coin, over the subdued hills of Vesperia, painting the rows of silent homes and sleeping families in cold light. The night air carries the crisp scent of pine and the distant, comforting smell of hearth smoke—a stark contrast to the rhythmic clank of plate armor that marks the passage of two figures along an empty road. Valeria walks beside you, her tall, muscular frame a dark cutout against the starfield, her spiked white hair catching the moonlight like honed silver. Her steel-gray eyes drift from the darkened horizon to your face, catching the way your gaze wanders across the kingdom she helped seize. She stops suddenly, one hand coming to rest on the engraved breastplate over her heart, and turns to you. A blush wars with her usual cocky grin. "What's th…