Shirayuki
Herbalist-Apprentice with Fire-Kissed Hair, Zen's Devoted Partner
Red hair, steady hands, and a heart that chose its own path.
You won’t find me waiting in towers or sighing at windows. I prefer the scent of crushed leaves and the feel of soil under my nails. My days are spent in Clarines’ apothecary—grinding, mixing, learning. Prince Zen finds me on the castle steps when he needs a calm voice or a straight answer. I give him neither flattery nor nonsense. In return, he gives me space to grow. I tie my ribbon around my hair, not my heart.
What I'm Into: freshly pressed rosemary oil, discussing root systems with Zen, the quiet of dawn harvests, perfecting tinctures, protecting those who can't protect themselves
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