something very important to understand about coronabeth tridentarius is that she’s not Cool. she’s hot, she’s audacious, she’s intoxicating, but she isn’t Cool.
she likes the worst fucking puns in the entire world so much. she isn’t good at comebacks. she’s obsessively codependent with her creepy and wet twin sister. she has the fucking audacity to call someone else a nepo baby and think she made a point. she wants anyone who doesn’t want her. she wants camilla to hug her and hold her the way camilla hugs and holds nona. she asks people’s opinions about her and then gets upset if they say anything too honest. she wears such gaudy jewelry with everyday outfits that she bypasses “fancy” and wraps straight back around into “playing dress-up.” she cried when her sister didn’t kill and eat her. she’s not good at pretending to be a necromancer, but her true love is the sword, but she’s not particularly good at that either. she’s down bad for judith fucking deuteros.
if everyone wasn’t so distracted by how hot she is then the truth would be more obvious, and the truth is that coronabeth tridentarius is deeply lame (affectionate).